Paranormal Experiences Novels & Stories

Surrounding her were dark entities, their forms shifting and twisting, their presence palpable. I couldn't tear my gaze away, my mind struggling to comprehend the surreal scene before me. The air crackled with an unholy energy, and a chill ran down my spine. It was a sight that transcended the boundaries of human understanding. But as quickly as the vision appeared, it vanished, leaving me standing there, shaken to my core. Questions raced through my mind, each one more unsettling than the last. What had I just witnessed? Was it a trick of the mind or a glimpse into something far more sinister?

Until a gloomy shade of orange appeared on the horizon, somehow it was scarier than the darkness, and suddenly his ears started hearing people begging, and their voices sounded like the ones that happen while you are burning. It was the voice of a man saying “Please! Let me out!! Please let me escape!!!” his voice was weak but sounded tortured, drained and drowned in pain “Can somebody please help me?!!!” As he walked forward the pleas became louder and he could sport something in the wall moving, as he approached a face appeared in the rock as if it was trying to break its captivity. Thomas's blood was cold now, the experience was all too surreal and too horrible to be true yet it was, and

“It wanted Layla, Miss Penny’s niece. They burned the house down to try to get rid of it. Then it went after Bailey, the contractor’s girl. When she got away, I was sure she’d put an end to it, but I just can’t shake the feeling that it’s back.” The fear is plain on Helen’s face. I think about all the times I’ve felt sure that somebody was standing just behind me but turned around to find nothing. I’ve seen figures out in the swamp. Then there was that weird incident with Tanner, who wasn’t even supposed to be in the state. “I’ve heard things,” I admit after a long moment. She nods, encouraging me. “I’ve… experienced things. Things that I can’t explain.” “You’ve seen it,” Helen states. It’s

"Earlier I had to escort him through campus to get here, there are other necromancers besides you in this school, but no one called out a warning or anything." "Each of us has different gifts and levels of those gifts." She squared her shoulders. "A necro might have seen your ghost, but thought he was just another student. A second one could've not seen your Viking but sensed you had a spirit or presence with you." "And that wouldn't have freaked them out?" "Nah. Weird stuff like that happens all the time in the paranormal community." Was this stuff going to become my life now? I bite my lip, unlocking my door. Surely not. All I had to do was get rid of a ghost. Wasn't like Melanie and I had

Exhausted, frustrated, and confused, Rio sat alone in the library. Books are scattered at the table in front of him. These books were all about paranormal beings. Creatures that are believed to have existed among us but stayed hidden from the mortal’s eye at least. Rio massages his forehead removed his reading glasses and closed his eyes.

She was going to wipe out the entire Supernatural race. She stood straight and drew energy from everything she could touch. Maybe because she was close to death she could feel everything strongly. So sensitive against her skin and her insides. She pulled everything inside and she kept taking more inside. She wasn’t sure why anyone hadn’t attacked yet. The creatures weren’t that smart. Maybe they were. She absorbed and did that till she felt a stream of blood go up her throat. That was when she let go. She didn’t know what happened, but she knew she was around. The little balance between consciousness and unconsciousness. She couldn’t really see or talk, but she was awake. When she did open h

she said and held the genius' hands "what could be making you cry?" "I don't know how to say it but I'm scared of living" Juana began "What do you mean? Are you feeling suicidal?" "Not exactly but I am tired of myself. I don't know if you'll see me as a strange person just as others do, but the thing is I see things. Things I shouldn't see, and things too much for me to comprehend or bear, I can't even sleep at nights and I can't even tell anyone at home because they'd be worried" Juana stopped talking.

“Oh. So if I want a pudding, all I smell is that?” He nodded, leaning forward on the table. “Yes.” “When you said other paranormal,” My thoughts went to Connor and Reed. “Did you mean fairies, vampires, ghosts, satyr and werewolves?” All the people in the room audibly gasped and turned their heads to our table, fear written on their faces. I looked around nervously and flinched. Uncle Al shot out of his seat. “Sorry about that,” he chuckled then said, “there are no Forbidden here.”

That's all on Confessions Of An Exorcist. Thank you and goodbye for now. I hope to see you next week. AUTHOR'S NOTE -> I hope you guys enjoyed reading this chapter. False Awakenings may also lead to lucid dreams so if you ever experience such, please contact your doctor. Personally I haven’t experienced lucid dreams or false awakenings but the one I have most times is Sleep Paralysis and that scares the shit out of me, like why the fuck does my body have to scare me before I forcefully wake up. That’s so weird.

Today, the needle twitches erratically, like it’s picking up something, but it can’t hold the signal. “Not helpful,” I mutter, suppressing the urge to thump it a few times. I stand slowly, turning in a circle. Everything about this place is slightly off, and it’s spreading. Not just here. I’ve seen it in three other territories this year alone. Wildlife acting strange, dreams bleeding through into waking hours, hunters going quiet without warning. At first I thought it was coincidence. Maybe even wishful thinking, since I’m always searching for cryptids and spirits.