Paranormal Diaries Novels & Stories

He detests discussing her. I clicked on one of the hospital reports as the spirit leads. Then I saw it. "Temporary memory loss accompanied with schizophrenia." I really would have loved to look through but the horn of a car stopped me. I shut down the computer and ran to my room. I was dead scared. I heard footsteps, expected my door to fly open but it didn't. I sighed, he had gone straight to his room. "Hey, what's the shadow of death?" "Saw it in the Bible."

I felt so weak and wobbly that I thought I was going to fall on my way down the stairs. That’s it. Happy reading because that is a happy ending anyway, ahahaha! The End! +++++++++ Yes, both stories are from members of the Paramdam and Paranormal All-Stars FB groups. They are such fun people don't you think? And now I wonder, what kind of nightmares do you have? I hope they would be as exciting as these... On that note, goodnight for now, and I hope that you would return to the Supernatural Spa very soon. This is your Storyteller, the Diwata saying... Fare thee well!

He wants to find happiness, and focusing on those kinds of situations will cause nothing but terrible grief in his heart. However, things continue to happen, and both continue to notice the presence of that strange stalker who watches over them. That afternoon Diane is drinking water looking out the window at the panorama that is presented to her. Still, things got out of control when she sees Sarah looking at her in the distance. She was jogging calmly while their eyes crossed. Diane drops the glass of water in surprise, and when one of the pieces breaks on her foot, she gets hurt.

"Don't you think that's weird?" Therefore, she spent all of her afternoons in the living room after almost a few hours of watching some paranormal fantasy genre films and drama on Netflix as her way of understanding the supernatural world (she knew that doing all of these were indeed ridiculous, considering she already had many sources she could trust far more than watching fiction stories like which all of them not necessarily true), while eating the snacks Stephen prepared before leaving her alone in the man's mansion and decided to receive an incoming call from Erna after getting tired of watching TV.

Dear Diary, It's been a few days since I last wrote to you. Nothing special happens on my day so I can't tell you anything. Only now can I write to you again because what happened to me last night was so good and satisfying. I killed Rhiza even though she did not do anything bad to me. Maybe I was angry with her for what her girlfriend Clarisse did to me. I promised myself that Clarisse will be the one I will kill next so that they will be together in hell after all, that's where they belong. We will also meet there but it will be a long time before I die. I will just kill my classmates first because they deserve it.

Exhausted, frustrated, and confused, Rio sat alone in the library. Books are scattered at the table in front of him. These books were all about paranormal beings. Creatures that are believed to have existed among us but stayed hidden from the mortal’s eye at least. Rio massages his forehead removed his reading glasses and closed his eyes.

I protested as I quickly looked to see how many evil stares I was getting as a result of his attention. To my surprise and relief, they were all too preoccupied with conversation that sounded high pitched and argumentative to pay any attention to me. “Paranormal does not mean ghost hunter. It denotes events or phenomena that are beyond the scope of normal scientific understanding,” he offered. “I would say that getting impressions from places or things falls in that category. Wouldn’t you?” I thought for a moment and then nodded. “What have you gotten from this place?” he asked.

he pulled bark, somewhat alarmed by the tone of her voice. "if you don't believe me, I have details of extra terrestrial and supernatural sightings..you could read my books...the London bridge, its a fake! its no support group, its Lucifer grooming the anti Christ...Adulfs the child of light who must stop her...but I see no star any more. she succeeded in giving him the mark...his borne a new gene. they feed now on his brain and direct him what to do." the parasites, Montoya thought. he speaks about the parasites. goddamn it, he couldn't be lieing.

“Alpha Hayes? What's going on?” “You're not going to like this news,” he said, coming forward and handing me his phone so that I could watch the video playing. “It was put out on the Paranormal Watch not long ago.” The Paranormal Watch was a ghost social media platform for all non-humans to share news and updates concerning our lives. For werewolves, it was an easy way to understand what went on in another pack even if you were miles away from them. It gave us the freedom to freely expose the part of ourselves that we had to hide from humans. It had been in existence for as long as I could remember, and although every couple of years some wannabe would try to hack into the network, the site

I opened the folder. Inside were incident reports from other universities. Students with "extraordinary abilities" who'd lost control. Photographs of destruction, entire buildings collapsed, burn patterns that didn't match any known accelerant, people frozen solid in the middle of summer. And at the center of it all, casualty reports. Hundreds of deaths attributed to "supernatural awakenings." "Oh my God," Miguel breathed, reading over my shoulder. The final document was a psychological evaluation of Maya Cross, dated three weeks ago. The conclusion made my blood run cold: