Paranormal Incidents Novels & Stories

Sam asked. “Yes, there have been two more incidents. The first one was the abduction of a teenage witch just outside of the Newcomer’s Sanctuary. She had arrived in the Parabola a few days ago. Despite warnings from the carers she had wondered out alone, perhaps to enjoy the moonlight. And before someone had a chance to rescue her, she was seen calmly walking into a portal. It’s likely that she was enchanted. She seemed to have no idea that she was in wrong hands and something wrong was going to happen to her,” Hansel replied.

And now, they’re mine. I take a moment to breathe. The silence in the room is heavy, but I know I can’t afford to get lost in it. Not now. The computer terminal is still functional. I plug into the network, accessing the regular internet, the Dark Web, and the Deep Web. Control’s encrypted systems come online, and I scan for any new information. The screen flickers for a moment, then a report catches my eye. “Dust Bowl, Arizona: Reports of paranormal activity spike again. A second Hellgate breach suspected.”

A brave call I thought,but risky too. Mr Phenyo walked in with his secretary behind him. He greeted all the agent’s then opened the file. “There have been event’s where fresh corpses in mortuaries suddenly came back to life as normal breathing people. Believers call it a miracle, but at the GOH we call it paranormal. Mr Phenyo gave each pair a casefile. “I call all agents to investigate this matter immediately, because we really cannot lay back or risk any portals being opened.” He said. “What portal sir?” one of the agents asked in a coarse voice.

” “Well,my mother was a very sensitive woman Beth.She firmly believed the manor had its own presence and she felt it in a way.” “Like a spiritual presence?” “I guess you could call it that.I remember her telling me that on her wedding night,she heard footsteps going up and down the hallway past her bedroom door.My father was sleeping soundly and so she decided to check who it was…as it turned out it wasn't so much a ‘who’ but a ‘what’…” Beth shivered,remembering her vision of the casket and the little girl giving her that ominous warning.So Polly too had had a freaky supernatural experience,because that was definitely where this story was leading.

But she was muttering inside her: I really wish you would shut up you motherfucker, I don't want to hear anything from you or hear your damn voice that bothers me and I hope you lose your voice this I don't know what the curse is with him to come and talk to me after everything he did to me Is he sick Psychologically. Ayden looked into her eyes and said to her: Do you believe in something called the paranormal? She looked at him in astonishment and said without understanding: What do you mean? I did not understand what you wanted to say. I don't understand when you ask me about the paranormal. Ayden continued his words and said to her in all seriousness: Have you ever heard of werewolves or

by newlyweds, George and Kathy Lutz. They were informed of the murders but bought the house anyway. They moved in on December 18, with Kathy’s three children by a previous marriage: Daniel, nine; Christopher, seven; and Melissa, fi ve. According to the Lutzes, they immediately experienced horrible phenomena. Voices told them to “get out”; there were swarms of fl ies in the cold of winter; Kathy had nightmares about the murders; the apparition of a “demon boy” who could shape-shift into a demonic pig was seen; green slime oozed from walls; a crucifi x hanging on a wall was turned upside down; Kathy’s face transfi gured before George into a horrid hag; mysterious noises sounded in the middle

replied brother mark"ghosts , UFOs, paranormal activities, witchcrafts or any supernatural activity, evidently an atheistic organization." "dont go."the priest whispered faintly from his bed"stop her, mark. don't make her go." "the priest fears its beyound that. the group only accepts people who claim to have seen the devil or come into matters of any of his affairs. the police who of late in the years were terrified by the number of people in Manchester, a wild range of emergency calls placed for assistance the need of the London bridge cult--sorry support group. made it easier do the cops to know what to properly investigate,leaving people who report cases that were a variety of terms outs

"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.'"

"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!"