Paranormal Diaries Novels & Stories

I watched as the words curled into ash, then tossed the burned note and the broken glasses into the trash can beside me. "Thanks for the blessing. Psychopath." I spoke softly. The bell above the front door rang. "Mark! We got a job!" My new apprentice shouted from outside. "They pulled an unidentified body out of the Hillsbalt River! It's been in the water so long that it's falling apart! The police want you to stitch it back together!" "Charge extra! Water damage costs double!" I shouted back. Grabbing my black makeup case, I pushed through the door and strode outside.

I got to her final entry… “November 4th, 1990. I feel like I'm being watched. Am I getting paranoid? If only my witch instincts weren't so weak, then I would know for sure. But even now, there is a black car parked right outside my window. It has been here the entire week. I'm scared. I tried calling Master Borda, but he and Gael are on a business trip. I can sense that this is Patricia's doing. Maybe she is trying to make me go insane, but I won't let her. I have my Son to protect,” she wrote on the last page of her diary.

In the past few days, the number of strange calls had continued to increase. Lindsay had been taking calls during the day, along with the deputies who were on duty. The calls she had taken included another poltergeist, a cattle mutilation, a strange humming noise that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere simultaneously, and, most recently, a gremlin. There had to be some way to end this chaos. All the strange calls were on top of the regular calls that generally come to the sheriff’s department. Lindsay had just walked into her office and sat down after the gremlin call when she saw Cat walking toward her door.

It felt weird to refer to myself like that. I could feel a shift, sensing something was different. I opened my eyes, confusion and fright now taking hold of me. Where was I?! I wasn't in my room in Hell anymore. My eyes filled with terrified tears as I took in the surroundings. I was in a room, but it was decorated with posters of people I didn't know and art that was dark. It looked hand drawn. I didn't have that kind of skill with arts. The bed I was on was a simple box spring and full size mattress; covered in purple blankets and three pillows in red pillowcases. The dresser was a small light brown one with three drawers. I checked my pulse to make sure I was alive, and I was. I rubbed my

Mom asks "He is meant to become an Exorcist and all his worldly possessions will crumble to pave way for his true identity." This is a major spoiler right here. "All of you people that claim to be fortune tellers are drug addicts. Let go off my son, you stupid crackhead." Dad says. We leave the park and I don't give a second thoughts to what the man said. After my fourteenth birthday, weird things start happening. I can see ghosts and I interact with them. I don't tell anyone this cause I know they will call me crazy and probably make me go to the loony bin.

Sweat was also dripping from his forehead and it was as if he had run too far with too much breath. The events were now tangled in his mind. He never admired paranormal stories, movies, or anything, but he was really disappointed with what he saw. "What happened to you? You're very shocked like you saw a ghost." Andrei Paraz suddenly appeared in the office. He arrives just after investigating a woman named Shane Rivara.

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**Paranormal Urban** refers to a subgenre of fiction that combines elements of the **paranormal** (supernatural occurrences, creatures, or phenomena) with a modern **urban setting**. This genre often explores the coexistence of everyday city life with hidden or mysterious supernatural worlds. ### Key Characteristics: 1. **Paranormal Elements**: - Supernatural beings like vampires, werewolves, witches, ghosts, fae, or demons. - Psychic powers, curses, or magical artifacts.

she said, opening the door to reveal Hazel, bound to the chair. Hazel gritted her teeth, clenching her hands into fists, and Sebastian tried not to look at her. Fae swayed her hips, strutting toward her like a model on a runway. “Hello, Hazel, or should I say CEO of Fangtastic Diaries?” Hazel’s eyes widened, but she quickly masked her surprise, deciding to play dumb. “What the hell are you talking about?” she questioned. Fae chuckled briefly, snapping her fingers. The man who had brought her returned, dragging someone else into the room. Hazel’s blood ran cold as she recognized Pamela, one of the girls who worked on the diaries with her.

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.