Paranormal Diaries Novels & Stories

she said,her mind racing in 10 different directions at once. She needed fresh air.She had to get out of there.All of this was just too strange for her to handle right now and way too coincidental. What were the chances that the girl in her vision and Marcus both referred to a supernatural entity known as ‘the lady in the shadows',both while speaking to her? She ran up the stairs.Her purse was still in Ethan’s bedroom. And then she heard it as she passed the portrait.Her name,as if set to a gentle,haunting melody…

June 13,2024 Dear Reader, If you’ve found this diary, then fate has strange plans for you. This isn’t a story of heroes, or even of the living. What you’re about to read isn’t fiction — not entirely. These pages carry the weight of things unseen, unheard, and often misunderstood. So before you turn another page, ask yourself: Are you ready to see the world through the eyes of someone who walks among both the living and the dead? If not, close this now.

POV - GABRIELLA SANGRIENTO I shut my eyes as tight as possible against the agitation that tried to intervene upon my black personal madness. "Everything alright?" Abelard queries worriedly. I open my eyes and sigh, placing the teacup back on the coffee table. Standing up from my seat, I stressfully drag my body to the balcony, when I lean my body against the black railings I take in the beautiful night sky view of Paris. "Gabriella?" Abelard's soft voice calls out my name.

I left it charging, so they could use it for as long as they wanted, and if what ghost hunters said was true, they could also draw energy from the battery at the same time. Back to the kitchen, I put to cook, wondering what I could watch over dinner. YouTube kept suggesting me a compilation of the best paranormal evidence captured by the infamous Haunters. No matter how many times I tapped the option to not show it anymore, it kept popping up. So after checking there was nothing interesting to watch anywhere else, I decided I could always have a good laugh and sat to have dinner and watch the rockstars scream like little girls. The moment Brandon Price started his weird off-camera narration,

The last thing I want is for Samantha to walk in on me sneaking through her stuff; she already has trust issues as it is. My eyes catch on a notebook; it looks like a diary. It has the inscription, Dark stories by twisted minds, do not open. I pick the book up, my curiosity instantly piqued. I rise from my squatting position to sit on the edge of the bed. I flip through the pages to see how many there are, and it's well gone, over 500 pages. I should drop the book out of the room the same way I worked out, but I can't.

“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.

Quickly I wipe the faint traces of blood onto my jumper sleeve. ******************** I wait until I hear Diana get into the shower. Then lie on the bed and reach out to my dad... "Dad" "Bonnie? Are you ok?" "Hi dad.... I'm fine" I sigh "What's happened?.....is it Diana?" "Yeah....about that" I say slowly "We may have a little problemo" My dad's silent for a few seconds..... "Was there another incident?" "Yes!.... Its getting worse. Dad, she part shifted while she was sleep walking and she's strong dad....like unbelievably strong....she fucking roared at me!......I don't think the wolfsbane is working at all anymore. We can't put this off any longer"

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather not have a son like me around them, snobbish twats. I’m just not good enough for them because I’m gay... Oh yes, did I not mention, I’m gay...and single... and full of a house with lots of boys in it. Oh b

“This is speculation built on stolen property. Nothing this girl says can be trusted. She broke into government facilities, committed theft, and now she’s weaving conspiracy theories to justify her crimes.” “Then examine the journals yourself,” Miranda said, still seated but projecting absolute confidence. “I’ve brought all five. Let your own experts verify their authenticity. Test the paper, the ink, the handwriting. Prove they’re forgeries if you can.” The House leaders exchanged glances. House Green’s diplomat made a small gesture, and an advisor hurried forward to collect the journals Miranda produced from a leather case. “While your experts examine the physical evidence,” I continued, “

Eason's grip on my hand tightened at the sight of them; I soothed him with a smile. "Why did you run away from home again, Alessa? Do you know how much you made us worry?" Dad made a show of wanting to hug me, but Eason stopped him. "Don't touch her!" he snapped. There was a smile on Dad's face, but his gaze was ice cold. He turned to the policeman and said, "This is all a misunderstanding, officer. My daughter has a serious mental condition and hallucinates about me and her mother torturing her. Look, this is her medical record."