Novel & Cerita Paranormal Diaries

He made a bowl of cereal and crunched on it while he scrolled through his search history, it had been a series of paranormal related things the past few weeks, he was scrolling through this site he had been visiting frequently when he saw something that made the spoon clatter to the floor. THE RED SUN PHENOMENA written in bold red crimson, he clicked on it and his phone blacked out. He started pressing the power button multiple times but it refused to come on. “Shit, don’t tell me I just blacked out my phone over this.” he put his head on the counter and groaned, “Just when I think life can’t get even more fucked up it does.”

She asked before Mr Martins audibly cleared his throat. "Uhm. The book" He turned to Zach. "The book you're holding unto from the library?" Then Zach pulled out a significant novel from his jacket trying his best to shield the title from Regina- -the title that was clearly shown on the other sides, the voices in your head. -a psychological true life thriller about a young boy with the gift of hearing dead people's voices. And Zach had wandered, if there was a chance--it was his gift, and if maybe his was paranormal.

Elena entered her room without knocking. "You bitch!" A dark and fuming mad Elena banged the door open. "What the heck is your problem?" she burst out angrily. "Ugly witch, an evil villain, is that what you call me you stupid dumb ass? You are a real bitch!" Being stunned with her revelation, she felt aghast when she saw Elena clinging to her precious diary. Sudden coldness and different mixed emotions rushed into her. Anxiety and greatest fear struck her. Her ultimate secret has finally been revealed. She can't able to speak any words, seems like she had swallowed her tongue at the moment. But how does Elena had her diary?

As Esther pulled off her shoes and jacket, leaving them in the hall, she went to the bathroom for a moment to wash her hands and face. Then she stopped in the kitchen, taking a packet of chips from the cupboard. Esther didn't feel like making herself dinner, so that would have to be enough. With a packet of chips in her hand, Esther headed for her bedroom, where she sat on the bed, opening the packet and eating a few handfuls while her eyes focused on the laptop on the desk. Finally, Esther set aside the packet of chips as she slid off the bed, then went to the desk and sat down on the chair next to it. She turned on the laptop, immediately typing in her private e-mail box address, but didn'

It feels like something under my chest are about to explode. The surroundings are so blurry and the next thing I knew is my back hit something before darkness subside my consciousness. ### Amira's POV I excitedly scan my newly bought book from the bookstore lately. It's all about paranormal stories. It was so thick as it consists of different paranormal stories. Since I get so tired of reading cliche romance stories, I have tried out reading horror again since I'm fond of it as well. As soon as I opened the first page, it excites me after reading first sentence.

Marco added before he dropped the call. I guess it was time to unbury the hatchet. Even if it has rotten in the ground, we don't have a choice. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Dear Readers, Vampire and the Siren is now available on A****n, you can get a copy for an affordable price. Same book title and book cover by Musa Anastasia. Thank you.

" I just nodded, he gave me the diary, I clipped the paper and father closed the door. I closed my eyes, I was born in the 1720's. I started thinking the year and began chanting: To thee I bestow my soul, salvage my bane life back in time. I beseech thy salvation. I bestow my fornlorn life to eternity. Grant me your benediction At that a faint light covered me. At first it was warm then suddenly I felt an excruciating pain. I felt knives peeling my skin, flames burning me. I thought that returning back in time is more painful than going forward. I dropped to my knees, I'm coughing blood and I can see my skin on the floor, blood was all around. My sight is getting blurry. When will this pain

Mia's POV I woke up with Mr. Cole’s cock still inside me. Not a dream, not a fantasy, but real, thick, hard again, stretching me open in his big bed while the rest of the quiet Ohio house remained silent. Mr Cole was my best friend’s dad, forty-seven, divorced, shirtless, and buried so deep I could feel every pulse. My dress was shoved up around my waist, my panties were gone, his hand covered my mouth so I wouldn’t make noise while his other hand pinned my wrists above my head as he moved slow and dirty, dragging almost all the way out then pushing back in until my eyes watered.

I cussed, holding my forehead. "This can't be it! There has got to be more!" I couldn't wrap my head around why anyone would lock a series of books inside a heavy safe and bury it. Frustrated, I picked up a hardback notebook, snapped the straps, and opened it. A cursive handwriting came into view. There were dates on each page of the book. I read the first page. "October 19, 1999. Entry for Research 16." "Dear diary,

“I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. It’s just… things have just been so weird at my house, and I’m scared. Strange noises, objects moving on their own, and last night, I saw something in the mirror… it was like a weird skull of sorts. Please, I need your help to get to the bottom of this.” He shook his head and turned to walk away, but Natalie chased after him. “Parker please, I’m so sorry.” Parker stopped, his shoulders tense. He turned back to her, the hurt still evident in his eyes. “You really think I’d do something like that to you?”