Paranormal Experiences Novels & Stories

“You’re the Celestite wolf, I’ve read about it in my books, I can feel the magic in you, but this.. it feels stronger than I anticipated. Have you started experiencing anything out of the ordinary?” I wasn’t sure if I should trust her but Amara had faith in her, Aunt Tasha and my mom both trusted her. “I have these strange out of body experiences when I’m sleeping. I end up other places. I can see people, hear them, touch them but they can’t see, hear, or touch me. It’s happened a couple times now. I’ve had dreams about the moon goddess as well.”

I protested as I quickly looked to see how many evil stares I was getting as a result of his attention. To my surprise and relief, they were all too preoccupied with conversation that sounded high pitched and argumentative to pay any attention to me. “Paranormal does not mean ghost hunter. It denotes events or phenomena that are beyond the scope of normal scientific understanding,” he offered. “I would say that getting impressions from places or things falls in that category. Wouldn’t you?” I thought for a moment and then nodded. “What have you gotten from this place?” he asked.

"Now, story time." Rayleigh sat with her back against the wall. She brought her knees to her chest, her ankles crossed over one another to hide her sex from his prying eyes. As she wrapped her arms around her knees, her gaze grew dark and distant. "Why did I become an Exorcist? That was your question." She said. "I've always had this strange sense of the paranormal. The Supernatural world exposed itself to me at a very young age." She began. Zalakai took his seat on the bed again, but remained quiet as she spoke.

“They’re random, but the central theme is fear. Every time it happens, I feel a sense of dread. That feeling has evolved into something very overwhelming in the last few hours. Before I left Dennison, I had one of those trances and took it as a cue to get out. Over the last few days, I’ve slipped in and out of different phases and had experiences that would ordinarily not make sense—but they do.” “Is that what happened when you were outside? Because I heard screaming,” she asked, and I shook my head. “It was something, alright, but it was different. This time, I felt like someone was choking me, and I was falling into a hole. It was nothing like I’ve ever experienced, and these feelings have

He’s now going to put one such improved piece of equipment to the test. “Thank you, Shayla. As many realize. I am a member of the Devlin Computer Family. It’s been my job for a long time to develop many of the devices from Devlin Electronics. Now, while I take time away from my position. I can’t stop creating. It’s in my blood. So, I am exploring the scientific approach of recording paranormal events. It’s all in the concept stages. But I believe this is a market of electronics and computers that are not properly explored. “Now, as Shayla’s say, I’ve been working on increasing the sensitivity and accuracy of these devices. This scans radio frequencies and looks for messages that cross over m

Wren explained. “Which person is missing?” John asked. “Aaron White,” Wren answered. “I remember him; he started just a few weeks before I left. I never got to know him,” John said, turning to Lindsay. “What has happened in your department, my dear?” Lindsay paused before answering John, “That is a little hard to explain. We have had a few instances of what we have been calling a poltergeist, two of which were inside the department building. Four of my deputies have experienced time loss, and I think everyone at some point has seen some type of strange creature, lights, or heard sounds.”

"In traditional belief systems, certain individuals were thought to have natural gifts—mediums, sensitives, those who could perceive beyond normal human senses." Casie's mind raced. "We need to check local paranormal investigation groups, psychic readers, anyone who claims a connection to the spirit world." "You're taking this seriously?" Rick looked incredulous. "Psychics and mediums?" "The killer is," she pointed out. "That's what matters." Rick shook his head but began typing again. "There's a paranormal research society at the university. A few storefront psychics downtown. Even a ghost tour company that claims their guide has 'the gift.'"

[Do you also get the weird feeling that something paranormal is happening around you?] When I read that reply again, I shuddered. Something paranormal happening around me? I looked around but saw nothing. Then, I peered at Yvonne’s room from the corner of my eye, only to find her sitting as still as a statue in front of her desk. Wait. When had she come back? I heard her leaving to go to work just a moment ago! Her back was facing me, and at no point did she spare me a glance. That was so weird!

“What aren’t you telling me?” “What you’re feeling is the effects of something called a morphling. It’s a type of paranormal parasite that attaches itself to a living being and feeds off their essence. It feeds off them till there is nothing left. The morphling is an automatic death sentence. There is no way to save the host because the moment it latches, the person's essence is corrupted, evil, there’s nothing salvageable of the host.” Ezra explained with a shrug and a deep sigh as he ran his hand over his face and through his hair. I blinked in surprise and looked at him like he was certifiably crazy.

“Physical vampires?” He slowly shook his head. “It is not that I discount it, necessarily. It is that I have yet to see an example of it with my own eyes. I’ve seen horrible, awful things. I’ve seen perfectly healthy people have psychotic breaks. Completely unexplained. Could this be accounted to demonic possession? Yes. Could it be accounted to vampirism? Perhaps. In my view, it doesn’t really matter what you label it. What you have is an unexplained event that is outside the guise of normal—thus, para-normal.