Paranormal Experiences Novels & Stories

The engine started, and the car sped out of the driveway, leaving my childhood home behind. I rested my head against the cold window and watched the trees blur past as darkness slowly covered the road. A heavy feeling settled in my chest, making it hard to breathe, because I knew this wasn’t just me going back. This was the beginning of the second season of my personal horror story. And this time, I didn’t know if I would survive long enough to see it end.

My brows furrowed as I scrolled. It was full of supernatural theories, secret societies. Non-human entities. Stories of men who appeared and disappeared at will. Figures who manipulated reality from behind the scenes. I snorted softly. “This is ridiculous.” I refined the search and tried again. The same nonsense stared back at me. I felt a strange chill crawl up my spine, not fear exactly, but irritation mixed with disbelief. “No,” I said aloud. “That’s not possible. Those things don’t exist.” I dropped the phone onto the desk harder than necessary.

‎ ‎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.

"What the heck is that?" Frank then told her about Reverend Quietus, to which Drunken Room exclaimed, "You meant to say that there are bodies of energy that are basically identical to the paranormal that people speak of?" Frank nodded. "I'm sure it's not just rumors, with the way it remained over a thousand years—things like that do exist. But in the end, it's no different from a spell, and you can handle it if you're strong enough." Drunken Moon smiled. "That only applies to you. I don't know about anyone else, but I really can't deal with this!"

Ken asked as he approached Elsa cautiously. He’d never seen anything like what he’d just witnessed. Nor had he even conceived it to be possible. He been in charge of PARS since its inception, but it was mainly to disprove the existence of the paranormal, not to prove it. Over the years he’d seen enough to make him believe in things in other dimensions; such as spirits and possibly even UFO’s. Believing and seeing were two different things. He’d never, ever, seen anything like this. A ghost or two, maybe, and possibly an alien on a visit to the planet, but not werewolves and vampires. No, nothing like this. “I don’t know.” Elsa replied as she walked back into the house.

I tried again: Supernatural abilities after trauma More results: Psychic powers, ESP, Telekinesis and many more. I clicked through a few articles. Most of them were nonsense. But one caught my attention. A blog post about people who'd had near - death experiences and came back changed. Some could see things they shouldn't be able to see. Hear thoughts. Move through space differently. One woman claimed she could walk through walls. Another said she could make herself disappear. I read every word, took notes and tried to find patterns.

Hypersensitivity to the supernatural partner's scent. Difficulty concentrating or functioning normally. A feeling of distance from the world, as if part of oneself is missing. I read the list three times. Every single symptom. Every single one applied to what I'd been experiencing for the past three weeks. My hands were shaking when I set down my coffee. This was crazy. This was fiction. This was just some website full of paranormal romance enthusiasts who'd constructed elaborate mythology around something that didn't exist. But what if it did? I thought about everything I'd seen. Everything I'd dismissed.

He was abruptly interrupted. "I know what a parapsychologist is, thank you. The study of the unknown," Vivian interjected, displaying her knowledge. The British man smiled, his eyes fixed on Vivian. "Of course you do. Well, you see, I believe so much in the existence of the supernatural world and its incredible creatures like werewolves and vampires. But I haven't been fortunate enough to come across one before. Anyone who has encountered them must be really special," he said, his voice filled with longing.

“Steinhart automatically seals all affiliated locations during a threat breach. How long has this been going on?” “Two hours!” I stepped back, the floor swaying under my feet. “Will someone please tell me what the fuck is happening?! Why is this happening to me?!” And then— My hands lit up. Blue light surged from my fingertips, curling like mist, crackling with raw energy. A violent shiver raced up my spine. Something dark… something ancient… was coming. I could feel it in my bones. “It’s the Paranormal Sense,” a calm voice said beside me.

As I was looking at her, she stopped playing and looked at me. She pointed at me and began to say, "Mama... Who?" Being baffled by her statement, I turned, "Wha-" Before I could say anything, the darkness consumed me as I lost my consciousness falling into the abyss... Lawrence POV:- Ever since I left home, I felt some uneasiness inside me. Like my heart is beating fast from dread and I can't focus on anything. A strange feeling like something bad is going to happen. I can't shake this feeling, it's indicating that something bad is going to happen.