Paranormal Lockdown Episodes Novels & Stories

The shrieking stopped and Ronnie turned to the door and in came Daniella. The look of shock and horror on her face was priceless. Danny stood there and just stared. She tried altering her parent’s minds, but she couldn’t get past her mother’s mental shields and when she tried with her dad she just broke down and cried. Then she tried the transportation seal and it worked surprisingly and appeared at the front of the school. She felt Kieran’s energy and the same energy that she felt in Clara’s thoughts and another one just as dark, if not darker. She wasn’t expecting to see Ronnie in the gym and Kieran bleeding against a wall and……what was that on the floor?

"She has nothing left to lose. We took her money, her freedom, her future. Now she's a phantom with a grudge and a story. That makes her more dangerous than ever." The fight was no longer about defense, or even counter-attack. It was about hunting a ghost who knew us intimately, who lived to hate us, and who had just proven she would literally die and resurrect herself to see us ruined. Ethan's phone buzzed. He looked at it, and a muscle in his jaw twitched. He showed me the screen. It was a notification from a popular podcast app. A new episode had been automatically downloaded to his phone. It was from an unknown, newly created channel called "Unquiet Graves."

My girlfriend, Serena Weston, always has my "one-time" fingerprint registered on the smart lock for her house. Every time she registers it, she tells me, "Feel free to come over at any time. You're always welcome in my home!" However, every single time, when I return to her doorstep, the lock's prompt always claims, "Your fingerprint is not registered." After being locked out yet again, I stare at the sensor pad glowing red and call Serena. As soon as the call connects, her tone's apologetic as usual. "I'm so sorry! Blake was messing around yesterday and accidentally deleted your fingerprint while testing the lock. Hold on. I'll re-register it for you the next time I'm back." Once agai

energy was no longer a fire in my veins; it was a steady, humming baseline, like the low notes of a cello played deep in the earth. "They aren't just locking down the cities, Silas," I whispered, watching the holographic map of the world pulse with that cold, neon blue light. London, Tokyo, Lagos, New York—every major ley line anchor was being throttled. "They’re using a synthetic frequency to 'freeze' the supernatural world. It’s a global freeze-frame. If we don't break it now, the packs will be trapped in their human skins, unable to shift, while the New Management moves in to 'liquidate' them."

Winona wasn’t into women, but Iris smelled faintly like vanilla perfume, her curls brushed against Winona’s shoulder, and honestly, this woman was beautiful enough to make anybody temporarily question their life choices. Iris seemed to realize the position a second later and nearly launched herself backward in embarrassment. “Sorry,” she said quickly while pushing her glasses up nervously. Winona cleared her throat. “You literally host a paranormal podcast but thunder scares you?” “Ghosts are fine. Nature is where I draw the line.” Somehow the tension in the room eased instantly. Then Iris’s expression shifted slightly. “You should probably lock your door tonight though.” Winona frowned. “Yo

“Tell him I will be there in a moment.” Pulling back, he reaches for his bag and walks back to me. “Well, Traeger, it looks like we will have to reschedule our session for another time. For now, I want you to go back to your room and stay there until further notice.” He mutters forcefully as he unstraps my arms and less, angry at being thwarted. Rising from the chair, I look around the room, taking notice of several computers on top of a nearby table. I need to get to one of them and see what this is about. Unaware of my thoughts, Dr. Monroe opens the door and gestures for me to go ahead. Look like I won’t get an opportunity to search the system. Giving the room one last look, I walk out the

“Well, Billy Johnson of 802 Fairmount Street, the big white house with blue shutters and an oak tree out front . . . All you really need to know about me is that I have sharp teeth. Sharp teeth and a taste for blood. Look out for me under your bed. And if I’m not there . . . check under your mother’s!” He leered and cackled, and I felt the skin on the back of my neck crawl then melt in a wave of cold sweat. I watched the rest of the tapes like that, fast forwarding through the movies to see the parts he had filmed. In thirteen episodes, I spotted six girls that were in the files and two that weren’t. The last tape didn’t have a movie listed, only a date.

Bo says, looking up at the sky. Iselyn and I help Delia gather the children, while Gray, Bo and the elders get to work setting everything and everyone into place before the moon reaches its peak. When Delia and the children are gone and the rest of the pack is chained to the trees, Gray and Bo take Iselyn and I a little farther out than the rest. “You’ll be okay,” Gray tells me, as he locks the thick metal clamp around my neck. I only nod in response. Much harder than I hope too.

He had run out of space in the original binding, so he had started taping loose sheets to the headboard, creating a chaotic collage of paranoia and observation. He looked like a conspiracy theorist mapping out the assassination of JFK. Anomaly 1: The Taxi (Time Skip). Anomaly 2: The Pot Rack (Pre-cognition). Anomaly 16: The Eggs (Memory Implantation?). Anomaly 26: The Bridge (Impossible Knowledge). Anomaly 27: The Falling Light (Telekinesis/Time Stop). He uncapped his pen. He drew a thick, black line connecting The Bridge to The Falling Light. "It's not a stalker," Elion whispered to the empty room. "A stalker watches. A stalker collects information. This isn't collection. This is... interve

I'm coming for you. Okay. I trust you. Cell 8. Sarah Chen appears at her glass. She's been watching. Waiting. She taps. Tomorrow worse. He building to something big. You need ready. Emma taps back. I'm ready. Tonight. 2100. We move. Sarah nods. Then taps again. Different message. More urgent. Something wrong. Guards talking. Torres ordered lockdown protocols activated. He knows something. Be careful. Emma's pulse spikes. Does he know about escape plan?