Paranormal Activity Novels & Stories

Lillie Damon stared out the window of her cabin. The lightning in the midnight sky illuminated the forest on Slaughter Hill. Wind hissed through the forests. Thunder rang with a loud explosion that echoed for miles. She was determined it was a suitable midnight to cast a spell upon her suitor Paul. She went into the shower. Lying down on the counter was a comb that Paul used to comb his hair. Lillie picked up the hair from his comb. Lillie stepped onto the back deck and cleaned the soil off the underside of his loafers. She continued into the backyard and ignited a picture of him and picked up the ashes. She was squatting on the floor with torches all around her. The gleam of the torches pro

But she was muttering inside her: I really wish you would shut up you motherfucker, I don't want to hear anything from you or hear your damn voice that bothers me and I hope you lose your voice this I don't know what the curse is with him to come and talk to me after everything he did to me Is he sick Psychologically. Ayden looked into her eyes and said to her: Do you believe in something called the paranormal? She looked at him in astonishment and said without understanding: What do you mean? I did not understand what you wanted to say. I don't understand when you ask me about the paranormal. Ayden continued his words and said to her in all seriousness: Have you ever heard of werewolves or

“Physical vampires?” He slowly shook his head. “It is not that I discount it, necessarily. It is that I have yet to see an example of it with my own eyes. I’ve seen horrible, awful things. I’ve seen perfectly healthy people have psychotic breaks. Completely unexplained. Could this be accounted to demonic possession? Yes. Could it be accounted to vampirism? Perhaps. In my view, it doesn’t really matter what you label it. What you have is an unexplained event that is outside the guise of normal—thus, para-normal.

Irene peeks over his shoulder to see him opening his note-taking app, the pen of his tablet ready to write down whatever information Safira is about to give him. "My friend, she... she's pregnant and is due to give birth around next week. People around her including me have noticed her acting strange these past few weeks." Safira recounts. Kai raises an eyebrow, writing down 'Kuntilanak', 'Sundel bolong', and 'Kuyang'. "And you're sure this is a paranormal phenomenon and not some form of prenatal depression or anxiety?" He asks, his tone is more akin to assurance rather than questioning. "I'm sure. I urged her to go see a psychologist and there was nothing wrong with her mentally. She kept d

I cover a baking sheet with frozen chicken strips and French fries as Perry and Harper search for a movie to watch on the TV. Perry wants to put on Saw while Harper deems it too horrific. "I watched Halloween," he argues. "It's worse than Halloween." I agree, calling from the kitchen, "No Saw." Perry groans. "Look, there's Paranormal Activity." Harper points out. "You haven't seen that; it's about ghosts. You love ghosts, right?"

I said. “Interesting.” Aiden said, “Not silver?” “What? What is it?” “You are seeing their aura colors with their sound waves. This is an exceedingly rare event.” Aiden said sounding impressed. “What do you mean?” “When people are trapped in their minds they normally see the sound waves of the ones talking around their bodies. In normal circumstances, all of the sound waves people see come as the color silver. You, however, see them as their aura. You know exactly who is talking at the time the waves are sent.” Aiden explained.

"The prophesied heir with the power to tip the balance between light and darkness. The question is: how much do they actually know?" Before anyone could answer, Kael's phone rang again. He glanced at the caller ID and his expression darkened further. "It's Alpha Martinez from the Coastal Pack." He answered on speaker this time. "Martinez." "Kael." The voice on the other end was tight with stress. "I'm calling to warn you. We've been getting inquiries – strangers asking questions about unusual supernatural activity in the Portland area. Professional types, not casual curiosity seekers." "What kind of professionals?"

My brows furrowed as I scrolled. It was full of supernatural theories, secret societies. Non-human entities. Stories of men who appeared and disappeared at will. Figures who manipulated reality from behind the scenes. I snorted softly. “This is ridiculous.” I refined the search and tried again. The same nonsense stared back at me. I felt a strange chill crawl up my spine, not fear exactly, but irritation mixed with disbelief. “No,” I said aloud. “That’s not possible. Those things don’t exist.” I dropped the phone onto the desk harder than necessary.

Asher shook his head as he exited the chat, Jason was his best friend and he was just as crazy as he was when he was five. Another notification pop up drew his attention, it was an email,the one he was expecting. From: theredsunparanormal@unrealmail.com Subject line: Information no one asked for Dear curious reader, We're happy to see you're still well and alive—we hope. Anyways back to the matter at hand, there are seven days in a week but of course you knew that. Paranormal activities are quite a touchy subject.

This is not you; you don’t get flustered. I opened the door and sat beside a vacant space beside Eve. “Where’s Royce?” she asked. I was about to answer when the door flew open and in walked Royce with a gray under armor tank top. “Here.” He proceeded to sit next to me. Master Zorylle cleared his throat. “There has been news of supernatural activity in an abandoned church for the past few years. Though no one has had the courage to go inside the church, witnesses have reported supernatural sightings.”