Paranormal Activity Novels & Stories

She was only one of a few of her kind, and people seemed to regard the existence of Truebloods with as much dread as happiness. “Of course you aren’t an abomination. Parsh is narrowminded, and he’s lost all touch with his emotions. It appears he’s clung to a few of the negative ones, but all the positive ones are gone. He’s let them go to survive and avoid succumbing to noir.” “What do you mean?”

“Don’t get me wrong with my question, but judging by everything, I can’t help but feel somewhat curious. “You said that we will start doing things your way. And though I do not like doing this, I do admit having my own secrets.” She said, trying to explain the situation. “The station doesn’t usually know about these paranormal activities, especially considering the fact that all of them are human and don’t believe in such cases or activities, and even if they did, neither one of them would have the guts to admit that. They would just drown them out or kill the case and that is not something that I want.” “That explains why you want nobody else to take the case.”

Yancy was absolutely perplexed. "How did you do that?" Frank chuckled. "Do you believe in the paranormal?" Yancy shook her head confidently. The paranormal and science were two completely contradictory subjects. Strictly speaking, anything that could be seen with the naked eye or directly affected the physical plane was not paranormal. Still, while science was fundamentally a counter-thesis to mysticism, anything that worked within a system of logic fell within its jurisdiction. Frank shrugged. "It's good if you don't believe it. I don't myself—but I am using a paranormal technique to conjure that fingerprint, which was supposed to be erased."

Seth answered with sarcastic calmness. Zane suddenly pointed at the TV screen. "Hey, guys, what's that about?" We all looked at the blue screen as white words started scrolling towards the top from the bottom of the screen, and I immediately regretted not listening to the speech that the president had given earlier. "PARANORMAL AND SUPERNATURAL BEINGS EXIST. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. DEFEND YOURSELVES TO THE FULLEST EXTENT. $1,000 WILL BE PAID FOR EVERY SUPERNATURAL BEING CAPTURED AND BROUGHT IN TO LAW ENFORCEMENT ALIVE. DO SO AT YOUR OWN RISK."

I put the words renovations and ghosts into the search bar, and within a few seconds, I was reading Amy an article from a reputable source. “Renovations to buildings have been known to cause a reawakening of paranormal activity,” I read. “Long dormant spirits frequently become active when a property is being remodeled or just redecorated.” “I knew it,” Amy moaned. “Will it stop?” “This says it might,” I replied. “But there are ways to deal with them.” “Can I have the place blessed or exorcized? The grand opening of The Deirdre Brady Memorial Shelter and Employment Training Center is next week. Your invitation to the charity dinner and ribbon cutting was mailed

“That glow in your hands? That’s one of your gifts. The Paranormal Sense. It warns you—lets you feel when something evil is near.” My breath caught. “What do you mean by evil?” “We won’t know,” Nathan said quietly, “until you see it.” But then—a screech tore through the silence. Not human. Not natural. All heads turned. We raced out of the room. And froze. Down the corridor—chaos. Blood smeared across the walls. Two guards were pinned to the ground, screaming as shadowy figures fed on them, tearing at flesh with movements too fast to track. Gunshots rang out—pop-pop-pop!

" Sammy tries to shake it off so he can try and have a good rest of her day. She glances at her cell phone to realize she has been on the side of Fowler for over 30 minutes when it seemed like she was only there a minute or two. Sammy hops back into her pickup and continues her drive home, but can't help thinking to herself once again, "the crop circles.. the dreams.. my head... the blackout... Is it all related?.. and if it is... then, did I really get abducted? And what is this about being the "ONE"?" she continues to think,"I can't tell anyone, everyone is gonna think i'm crazy. Right?" Sammy has never really believed in paranormal activity and things like

If he could try to pick up from memory, it sounded neither a bear, perhaps an eagle - but they wouldn't do such a sound as Zachary heard it. But what most shocked him, was a bright red glow coming from downhill. It didn't seem to be emitted from just an ordinary light. Even the thick wood couldn't trap the glow. And if he had to tell what house it was down there, it'd be the house near just across the street from Shawn's house. But something inside him said that something paranormal was going on. "What the f--" "Zack, why the H are you calling at this unholy hour?! This better be good like the Queenz are having a skinny dipping--"

or is it? Something about the constant roar of thunder and snapshots of lightning in the skies seemed strange that day. The perimeter sensors he had put up on the roof of the mansion for the main purpose of detecting and keeping intruders at bay and deter disturbance had been sensing out these odd weather behavior for an hour now. These stormy tremors, he knew, were out of place in this time of the year but the strangest fact is how these tremors were concentrated in just one area in the sky. It's paranormal and he loved that. He enjoys pitting science and logic against it.

If something unusual take place, everybody will work hand in hand activating all video cameras to record the eventuality from different angles. After sunset, they lighted the candles instead of electric lights, made a semi-circle platform in front of the camp, they covered the ground with mat then over it, they laid down their offering with the spirits around. It consists of different fruits, bread, soft drinks, wine, cigarettes and others, each symbolizing specific mythical entity, according to superstitious belief and folk tale. Afterwards they offered a sincere prayer, telling them, they just want to discover the truth and prove the existence of paranormal activit