Paranormal Diaries Novels & Stories

he said pointing to a file of papers on the desk. “What is it all about?” Elizabeth asked, picking up the file casually. “There have been a few suspicious killings in a remote town in Norway, four to be precise, over the past three weeks. The Paranormal Authority has flagged the incidents. They suspect foul play… you know…as in supernatural involvement. So, I have approved the mission,” he explained. “How can you be so sure? Could be a psychopath on the loose,” Elizabeth said, reclining in her chair.

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She desperately tried to contact the outside world, but the screen only displayed "No Service." "Damn it! Can't contact anyone!" she swore in frustration. Her ambition to create content was waning as the reality of the situation began to hit her. Ton continued to meticulously write everything in his notebook. Despite his fear, he wouldn't let this moment go to waste. "The crazed fish... they weren't like normal fish. They seemed to be controlled by something." He felt a mix of awe and dread at the supernatural phenomena. Fah closed her eyes. She could feel a strange energy flowing throughout the aquarium. "Something is controlling everything," she said. "It's very powerful... and it's watchi

The clock on the wall ticked softly, but Chloe barely heard it. The new house felt strangely alive around her, boxes stacked, curtains half-drawn, air thick with silence. Yet in her hands, the diary pulsed with voices that weren’t hers, carrying her from one life to another. She turned the page. The handwriting curved across the top in bold strokes: “Episode 3 – The Office After Hours.” Chloe’s pulse quickened. She leaned closer and began to read.

My mom says with a raise of her brows. "That's for me and Kali to know mom." I say with a light smile tilting my head. "Right. Just make sure no one sees you two casting spells. Or you'll get burnt at the stake." She warns "Don't be paranoid mom. No one ever goes there anyways. We'll be the only souls in the premises. " I say to her. She nods and continues with her newspaper. I wonder what she always reads on that paper. I head back to my room and start preparing for my date. I take out my grimoire and shove it in my bag.

Description Diana is a seventeen year old introverted high schooler in Fort Fairfield, Aroostook county. She live with her mother, Juliet and her little brother, Cole. The story begins with a set of unusual activities after Diana’s birthday leading to the discovery of her magical powers. She is the last white flasher and the only person who can fight against the evil that is eating up the very fabric of the world of magic.

Police Officer Sadie Marlow was sitting in her patrol car, preoccupied by thoughts of Maria, the mentally unwell girl she’d met in the hospital, and the police chief’s reaction to Maria’s premonition of an impending vampire war. After the girl had descended into silence, Sadie and her partner, Brent Waywood, had been ushered away, told to go back to the station and await further instruction. Then it had been hours of silence, of evasion, of Sadie’s questions going unanswered. And so, as the night began to draw to an end, bringing with it the last hour of Sadie’s shift, she’d found herself in her patrol car with Brent responding to a residential disturbance, none the wiser about what was goin

Eric entered the dining room with several books and papers. He dropped them down at the table where Greta ate and searched the internet while she could connect to it. The struggle to get onto the internet and stay connect was a nightmare. Now, with the uptick in paranormal activity, it wasn’t just spotty internet, but batteries draining at an unnaturally fast rate, and equipment powering down at random. One machine used to make spirit voices available for them to hear, appeared to become possessed by several spirits that all needed to talk at once. None were interested in taking turn or working with the others. It forced them to shut it down and keep it turned off from then on. Which was no

But I could honestly say that most of the time things just seemed to happen - like I was some kind of magnet for trouble and weirdness. It didn’t help that I seemed to be perpetually attracted to the bad-boy type, or that I sometimes saw and felt things others couldn’t – you know, like glimpses of the past, or ghosts, or…vampires. I guess that combination would make for an interesting time.

It was full of dreams mostly, but some deep impulse told her she couldn't leave without it. She stood holding the diary in her hand trying to find space for it in her already overstretched bag... She had purchased this Diary when the dreams started, the first had come on the night of her 21st birthday. A silhouette moving at the periphery of her vision, tall and for boarding, neither man nor beast. Shadows clung to him like a second skin, coils of black smoke rolling over his frame, his outline never quite going into focus, always moving, like he was a part of the shadows himself. Sometimes, she swore the shape had eyes, deep crimson eyes, like they were the very heart of a raging fire. Watc