Paranormal Incidents Novels & Stories

It began with a series of strange occurrences—a misplaced item here, a whispered conversation overheard there. At first, I dismissed them as mere coincidences, insignificant blips in the otherwise harmonious tapestry of our lives. But as the incidents grew in frequency and intensity, a sense of unease settled within me, an instinctive feeling that something was amiss. One evening, as Victor and I enjoyed a quiet dinner at our favorite restaurant, a figure caught my eye—a shadowy figure lurking in the corner, their gaze fixed on us. Panic coursed through my veins, and I discreetly alerted Victor to the presence of the mysterious individual.

Jayden spoke, “if this is some demons then we should send some exorcists to deal with them, right?” “We did.” Aiyanna said, “however those exorcists came back and they told us that it was something that they cannot deal with. And they asked us to deal with this. Because they think that it is something worse. And some beyond their scope of powers.” “Hm…” Dawn spoke, “what are the things that is causing the problem?” Aiyanna spoke, “there are reports of people falling sick, and people getting violent and aggressive, recently a case came where the mother killed her three children and then killed herself as well.”

You could hear a pin drop after the last comment both the residents of the area were locked in the past with ancient ghosts and gloomy disposition. “When did you first see the dead Mrs Martin?” now following Thomas's line of questions. The question prompted both Claudia and Alan to the present. The woman traced the outline of her lips as she thought “A couple of days ago, it was after an earthquake of sorts…they started running in the fields attacking anyone on sight I believe.” Elizabeth wrote that down in her journal, along with the background information of the suspect provided earlier. “Did you notice anything unusual of the dead?” while writing down.

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

"What if Doctor Morgan was telling the truth? Like there was really an existence of ghost in the cell." "But he was insisting that it was Anika who was crying out for help," Angelic added. "Angelic, I am not sure about this, but, it was not possible to happen. Sometimes, one way to know the truth behind a mysterious crime was through ghosting. The victim asked for help, it could be visiting someone in his dream or invading his real world. What happend to Anika was mysterious, I had encountered cases where demonic possessions took place. And it was not possible that it could happened."

helping them integrate the supernatural into their worldview rather than fighting it as a hallucination. "We aren't erasing their memories anymore," Evangeline told Emma, who was helping design the visual aids for the therapy. "We’re giving them the 'Subtitles' so they can understand the movie they’re living in." The ink on the LNI charter was barely dry when the first official request for assistance arrived from the San Francisco Police Department. A "Resonance Pocket" had opened inside a high-end shopping mall in Union Square. A group of "Friendly Spirits" - ancient, translucent nymphs from the Earth’s deeper layers - had manifested in the center fountain, and their "Joy-Song" was inadvert

But no matter their looks, they actually behaved like teens on spring break. Not only were these Haunters so loud, it was also plain to see some of the alleged evidence of paranormal activity was fake. They had a zillion static cams all over, plus the handheld cameras they carried around, yet most things happened off-camera. Not to mention a great deal of what they got was personal experiences, like being touched, hearing voices no mic captured, catching a glimpse of a shadow right outside the cam field, feeling cold spots their thermal cam didn’t register.

Melina raised her glass too but didn't clink it with his so as to avoid suspicion "To stepping into the unknown" Dwaye chuckled softly "I must admit, I never anticipated discussing paranormal investigations over dinner" Melina laughed a bit before responding"Life has a way of surprising us. Now, about the disturbances ... Have you noticed any patterns? Specific moments when the disturbances happen the most?" Dwayne stroked his chin "no it just happens randomly" "Perhaps could it be linked to the collective energy of the pack? Maybe reacting to certain topics. Emotions can be powerful conduits for mystical disturbances".

It started as whispers carried on supernatural communication networks isolated reports that seemed too strange to be believed, even by beings accustomed to impossibility. Then the incidents multiplied, becoming impossible to dismiss or explain away. A seven-year-old girl in Auckland, New Zealand, stood in her backyard during a family barbecue and casually redirected a windstorm with gestures that looked like she was conducting an invisible orchestra.

He asked himself as he dragged his feet to a mirror that was hanging from the peg on the wall. Seeing his reflection, he was still normal, nothing was altered about him, nothing changed about him … so then why was he feeling strange recently? He shrugged as he went to his bed, just as he was about to lay now, the feeling came again but this time it came with a body wrecking pain that made him shout. He kept screaming as he felt great pain, he could hear his bones in his body crack, his body was becoming hairy, a force in his body bent him over, forcing him to be on four, he kept screaming, the pain was so great.