Haunted Numbers Novels & Stories

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

The only sound was their footfalls; echoed from the stone of their surroundings. William watched the light dance around them and decided if ever a place would be haunted, this was it. They passed a room that clearly served as the holding cell. It stood empty and stale with disuse. It reeked of impending madness; the opening yawning before him like an omen.

Then suddenly— Her hands began shaking. 💔 Every page contained the same drawing. Again. And again. And again. 👁️ A silver eye. Hundreds of times. Drawn in different sizes. Different styles. Different angles. But always the same eye. 🌙 Aaira turned another page. Then another. Then another. And her fear grew. Because beside the eye, there was always a number. 3:13 😱 Every drawing. Every page. Every symbol. 3:13. 💀 ⸻

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

The sight I saw is what already has, and what will haunt my slumbering hours for the rest of my life. The first thing I noticed were the dark pools of color across the sheets, illuminated by the moonlight trickling in from the window. Blood. There was blood EVERYWHERE. I withdrew the sheets with trembling hands and fell to my knees in despair when my father’s severed head rolls from the bed with the disruption of the sheets, making a loud thud. My hands hover over his cheeks, shaking with waves of tears and hiccupped sobs. My eyes trace over his features as if there was any possible hope, this wasn’t real. He looked peaceful at least, murdered without even waking up I suspect. His neck is se

The rotors beat a heavy, rhythmic thumpthat vibrated in my teeth, making my ribs ache in sympathy. "You're sure about this?" Armano shouted over the noise. He was wearing a heavy, fur-lined parka over his uniform, making him look like a very aggressive bear that had just robbed a sporting goods store. "The coordinates Cian gave us are literally in the Dead Zone. No radar, no radio support, and according to local legend, the area is haunted by the ghosts of sailors who had the misfortune of eating the clams."

I stayed silent. "The apartment where she had that accident was a company unit assigned to her," Stan said. "It's been empty ever since the accident. Later, the company wanted to take the place back, but the staff they sent over all got badly spooked. Over time, rumors that the place was haunted started to spread." He looked at me, his gaze sharpening. "But that changed when you showed up. When I first saw your rental address, I was shocked. I honestly thought you'd be running out of there in tears within three days. But you didn't.

Whoever did it had been merciless. People began whispering that the dungeon boss was sending a warning. I kept my head down. Victor had told me to sleep in his room the night before, but he never came back all night. I didn't tell anyone. After all, someone had just been killed, and everyone was on edge. One veteran even pulled out a rare item called the Specter Scanner, which could detect monsters. My heart nearly stopped. I might look human, but underneath, I was still a monster.

Talia asked as she looked at her mother’s scared face. “Talia, I think that this house is haunted. Tanasha has come back to haunt us. I think that we should leave.” “Mother, where will we go? This is our home and we are going to stay here.” “No… no… You don’t understand.” Vera shook her head. “I… I saw some writing on the mirror that I am going to die. You… you have to believe me.” “I just checked, and there is nothing written on the mirror. Mother, I think that you have been tired for the past few days, and you just need to get enough rest.”

Alina was one hundred percent certain, so certain in fact that she would bet away her soul, that her house was haunted. Sitting with an expression void of emotion, Alina rested her brown irises on the resin rose settled neatly on her nightstand amongst the dust gathered there from her constant neglect. To any person that wasn't Alina, there would be absolutely nothing amiss about the beautiful ornament staring innocently back at her. But there was something horribly wrong with the picture, something Alina had been noticing a lot with the objects residing within the smothering walls of her home; the rose wasn't where she had last put it.