Haunted Numbers Novels & Stories

And just as I was about to turn off the phone and call in for the night with Aurora, another message came in from the same number as earlier. “FANTASMA—THE GHOST. FIND ME IF YOU CAN.”

The visual image of tears only fuelled their sadistic hearts. When the super chat counter went down by three, the hidden patrons started surfacing, adding additional minutes of post-orgasm torture as their form of support to Queenie, who was finally forced to tie both hands to the reins of her rocking horse. Fully bound to the customised swing and entirely at the mercy of virtual sugar daddies, London briefly glanced at the super chat counter at the bottom left of her screen that indicated twenty-three. Five minutes have passed since the stream was meant to end. However, London didn’t feel optimistic as the number rose again on the counter.

And at the top of the screen, a new, unwelcome addition blared in stark, scarlet numerals: a countdown timer. 71:39:17 Each descending number was a silent, mocking heartbeat, a testament to the Auditor's chilling efficiency. Lorian hadn’t declared war with a roar; he had done it with a quiet, irrefutable mathematical formula, turning the very lifeblood of the city into a weapon aimed at its own heart.

The real nightmare would begin when the greater haunts came. I could not waste a second, so I floored it downtown. The streets were a horror show of limbs and shattered skulls. Bloated haunts, stuffed from their feasts, snored as they floated in the air. When my car suddenly died, I stepped out and, with a wave of my hand, summoned the nearest haunt, slapping a cool million in gold coins into its palm. "Get me downtown, pronto." The haunt, grinning ear to ear, nearly lost its head, literally. It slapped its head back on and, turning into a dark mist, whisked me away to the city's heart.

His voice pulsates in excitement. At once a man appears in front of him out of no where, as soon as Benjamin opens the gates of the haunted house. "Do not go there. It is just an illusion." A man in a long coat with no limbs flying in air appeared in front of him. "It is the evil spirit which is calling you." He warned him. But Benjamin did not care for his words. On a trance he continued to walk ahead towards the mansion. "Our phones are dead. I need to call somebody for help. My wife is laying there unconscious." He points to his broken car.

He heard Stephen laughing. "Show off". He muttered. "Why? You didn't like me"? He faked a hurt and Callum glared. "Okay. Back to serious talk. Why me"? Callum asked again and Stephen was silent for a while.. "You see, if we are just a Vampire, our senses are heightened in different aspects. We can mingle easily. Like not much easily, because staying with a Human, where we could smell their blood is really hard for us to resist". Stephen explained a bit..

The host chuckled, masking a hint of envy in her voice. "Welcome to 81.9 GistFM, I'm Aaaa-manda, and we're ready to delve into something spooky today. Though Halloween isn't here yet, we'll be discussing the supernatural, including Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts, and even Witches. If young ones are tuned in, you might want to switch off the radio. But first, let's get down to business - do you believe in these supernatural entities? Miranda halted.

Mrtyu knelt to clutch her knees and cried bitterly by burying her face in between her legs. “Warnings, Bella. I no ghost,” Hexa told her watching her sobs. The clutches of chains increased on Aaron’s body. “If not a ghost, then are you phantom or spirits,” Mrtyu ragged out with fear, “Then, what are you?” Hexa proceeded out of the room closing the door with a loud bang by sending her a warning signal. The loud bang on the door resonated in and around the villa. The windows of weaker glass are broken into pieces and fall onto the floor.

But the haunting of the Moretti legacy was just beginning. (Watch out for Chapter 151) 💬 Add to library | Vote | please leave a review | Gifts

What are you taking me for? Lacey chortled out loud. She covered her nose and took a few steps backward, keeping a fair distance away from him. "You can think whatever you want, but we're through. And you should stop bothering me again." In my past life, Xavier had been very easily swayed by Lacey and convinced to help her throw me off the roof to my death. It was obvious that he was simply obsessed and even infatuated with her. So, in this life, of course, he also wasn't going to take her flimsy excuse to break up.