Paranormal Lockdown Episodes Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

Blue and red strobes reflect off the glass like ghostly fireworks. Damien speaks with Reilly in low tones, then pockets his phone. “Units are sweeping the adjacent buildings. We’re on lockdown until sunrise.” Mom sinks onto the couch. “We can’t live like this forever.” “No,” Damien agrees. “But tonight we wait.” The hours stretch. I try to read, to sip tea, to breathe normally. Every sound from the street below a honk, a shout makes me flinch. Around 3 a.m., a new message arrives.

Wether she had been safe or not, darkness had become very familiar to her lately. She wondered what time it was. It could have been bright and gleaming sunlight middle of the day. She couldn't tell. She attempts moving her arms but feels it stuck and tight. She feels the restrains and the sound of chains rattling around her. What happened! It was like a déjà vu moment to the first time Marcelo had taken her hostage. Her eyes scan the room and stops on a small glimpse of light against concrete. A very bloody concrete wall. Dear God!

Then Lena whispered “What happens if we refuse?” Zayden’s expression darkened slightly. “…then we don’t know where the influence stops.” That was the danger. Not power. Unbounded power. Eliot moved toward the emergency override console. “This is still my system,” he said quietly. He initiated manual lockdown protocol. Nothing responded. He tried again. Still nothing. A technician asked carefully, “Sir… what now?” Eliot paused. Then said something he rarely said: “…we wait.” A pause.

Now, every light in the house was a deep, angry red. "Onyx is in lockdown," Silas said. He looked at the house as if he did not recognize his own creation. "The Cold Protocol has started. It is a total system reset. It means the house thinks we are under attack from the outside. It is closing itself off to protect the data." The car stopped in the gray garage. Silas reached over and grabbed Iris by the arm. He did not ask her to move; he simply pulled her out of the car. He dragged her toward the private elevator that led straight to the top floor.

"I see you are a distracting spirit and you aim to make me not to remember and connect with my past but you can't stop me." She closed her eyes once more and started chanting some hidden words but nothing was working. "You can't use your powers while I'm here," the laughing voices said in one voice and continued laughing. I can do it she murmured, closed her eyes, and this time connected with her past and lost consciousness. "Noo" the laughing voices screamed and the sound of their laughter stopped. The blue parrot stopped in the front of a hill more than twenty-eight feet tall and turned back to the sexy damsel. "That's the hills of fire Logan."

Because of fear, they couldn't take a grip of the doorknob, they don't want to know what's behind the door. "I think we should go back? I'm nervous, Blythe. We don't know what's going on inside." The scream was no more to be heard, only the unusual sound of a thud. "No, Sera will kill us! Let's do this, all we have to do is to film everything." After saying those words, without any second thought, she swung the door open, revealing a dark and direful room.

Tiana Greene arrives on Lycan Isle with nothing but a suitcase, a scarred past, and a desperate need for work. When she is hired as a maid in the sprawling cliff-side mansion of Ross Lycan – the island’s reclusive billionaire – she expects long hours, strict rules, and silence. What she does not expect is the man himself: cold as the steel in his voice, brutally private, and carrying a shadow in his gaze that keeps everyone at arm’s length. Rumours whisper through the island of former staff fleeing in fear, of Ross’s cruelty, and of the mysteriously vanished brother whose memory haunts the mansion halls. Tiana tries to keep her distance, but every forbidden glance and accidental touch tight

[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!