Novel & Cerita Paranormal Diaries

‎ ‎While I hear the eerie voice, whispering out my name and the sound of faint footsteps, my feet remain stuck to the ground, unable to move. ‎ ‎It's like I was trapped in time, everything moving except me. ‎ ‎Suddenly, the lights are on and I can move again. The whispers and footsteps stop, like it never even happened. ‎ ‎I look around the hallway and it all looks normal. It's as though I had a trance. ‎ ‎I won't lie and say I'm not spooked. I am, terribly. However, this is a paranormal academy. Witches, werewolves and vampires all school here, things like this were kinda normal, especially when someone wants to prank you.

If the candle does not flicker, start over. Jennifer left Ellen’s feeling safe. She went home and was sitting in the study reading a book. The wind started blowing hard. The rain was pounding on the tin roof and the thunder was shaking the windowpanes. She heard a glass scatter on the floor. When she turned around, a picture of herself had fallen off the mantle and broken. She reached down to pick up the glass from the floor and her finger started bleeding. As she walked across the floor to put the glass in the trash, the floor began to shake. She immediately went to the bedroom and light the candle and stood looking into the mirror. The candle blew out. She was consumed with fear. The rever

She began. For the first time, fear flashed in Sandra's eyes. "Wh-- What is going on, Mena?" "Oh, it's nothing to be scared of, please trust me, okay?" She rushed to reassure her friend. "O-Okay." Sandra still looked unconvinced. "Good. Do you remember those novels you like to read? Those ones where men turn into werewolves, vampires, and all those kinds of stuff?" "You mean my paranormal books? How can I ever forget about them? I have two in my bag as we speak." She paused, "But, what has that got to do with anything?"

Or was she just spent half of her time reading Anne Rice’s novels and watching the Twilight movies? Either way, she knew something’s terribly and immensely wrong. She can smell it. Her intuition, who’s been ‘guiding’ her since girlhood, keeps on whispering to her that it’s something beyond Science’s explanation—something paranormal is going on. This was due to the fact that a person’s eye colors do not switch in a heartbeat unless she’s having one of her ‘awakened dreaming’ again. During her grade school days, she sometimes bragged to her classmates that she can smell anyone a hundred miles away and that she can even guess their birthday without physically asking them.

She told Alexander about everything starting from her uncle's miserable mental health, the missing of Aunt Stella, the phone call she got with his number, her visit to the haunted house, the fakir's rescue, voices and growls of the monster which she often hears in her head. Alexander was speechless noting his 'would be' wife's mental health. He obviously did not believe in sorcery or black magic that Amara had talked about. No educated youth would believe in such sick practices. He decided to consult a psychitriast but was this entirely Amara's psychic sickness or indeed an evil power was looming around her? The growling voice he heard on the phone? Was it just an illusion?

And the details were written about those pictures. She named them as demonic power spells. I sighed while going through the diary. Then came the pages for ghosts. She had written stories about the ghosts. Full stories like how she learned about a ghost in a place. Then she fought the ghosts and scared them away. The whole diary was filled with crazy things. Ghosts, spirits, Angels, demons, hell, heaven and God. By the end of that diary, I started to think that all the stories were real. I started to believe everything I saw in that diary.

Abigail's room, the laundry room, the balcony, he searched everywhere, but there was no sign of Flavia. Gladwin tried to calm himself down. He searched for his phone and intended to call Flavia. His phone must be on the nightstand, where Flavia usually placed it after charging. Sure enough, his phone was there. Right on top of an old diary that Gladwin recognized. The diary was covered in leather with the initials "F.Q" carved on it, specially made by a craftsman acquaintance of his. The paper inside was also custom-made at his friend's printing press, featuring butterfly illustrations with the initials "F.Q" beautifully drawn in the bottom right corner. Gladwin believed there was no other d

Jane’s brows pulled down in the middle of her forehead, and she squinted to see the handwritten entry of the diary. Demetria stood in the kitchen getting lunch ready for Kerry whenever he made it back. She flipped a burger on the small indoor grill and watched Jane from the kitchen bar. "Anything interesting?" she asked. Jane put the diary down. "Sabrina is starting to get paranoid. She feels like someone is following her. She cast a protection spell but she doesn't think it's working."

“If it were ten years then, she would’ve been in the territories for about four years ago…” “She has,” mom cut in, her claws shooting out now. Dad reached out for her hand and they looked into each other’s eyes, probably mind-linking before mom took a deep breath and dropped onto the seat beside him, falling in his arms. “Penelope began this diary four years ago and a sign of possession is writing… writing feelings and whatever’s happening to them, to ease the voices in their heads. There is so much of it in the diary that I had to endure…” She gritted her teeth, I heard the sound. “…the most horrific things she wrote.” “But a demon can’t possess someone unless given permission.” There was t

He sounds far away now too. I tried to look across to where I had last seen him. Was he still there? But my vision does not seem to be doing what I want it to. It is distorted. Blurred. Then it suddenly goes black as I feel myself falling… ---------- Dear Diary… Finally, I got away and back to the Beta suite to prepare for our move tomorrow, but my body does not seem to be doing what I want it to. I have so much to do, yet I don’t feel right and I don’t understand why. I feel unwell. Too warm. Dizzy. My brain is unfocused. Like it isn't connected right. This can’t be right. What is happening to me? Has someone done something to me? Am I dying?