Paranormal Novels & Stories

​I place my own fork down gently and fold my arms against the table, watching her and waiting patiently for her to continue when she is ready. ​"When people touch me, I feel sick." The words send the blade deeper into my chest, sending Theo howling with regret. "Not always sick... it feels horrible. Most times, it's like a switch is flipped and I can't breathe or think straight. I just fall apart. Other times, I break out in hives or I vomit. The worst times, I can't move. Not a single inch, it's like I'm completely paralyzed or something. I just hate it so much." ​My chest constricts, my eyes filling. "I'm so sor…"

Ruth figured that everyone has a dream like that sometime. Tuesday, in Psychology class, they discussed ESP: precognition, telepathy, telekinesis, out-of-body experiences, paranormal things like that. Ruth said, "That's bunk. Prof. Lamachi, I challenge you to show some objective evidence of genuine ESP. If you can't, Dr. Lamachi, stop pretending that psychology is a science."

In the past few days, the number of strange calls had continued to increase. Lindsay had been taking calls during the day, along with the deputies who were on duty. The calls she had taken included another poltergeist, a cattle mutilation, a strange humming noise that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere simultaneously, and, most recently, a gremlin. There had to be some way to end this chaos. All the strange calls were on top of the regular calls that generally come to the sheriff’s department. Lindsay had just walked into her office and sat down after the gremlin call when she saw Cat walking toward her door.

However, with what we're accusing them of, it shouldn't be a surprise. "We're not going anywhere." Petra steps forward, closes her eyes, and stomps her foot. The ground begins shaking, and the wolves fall, whimpering to the ground. Everyone stares at her as she begins glowing a bright green. What the hell is going on? I look toward the people on the porch, and they're on their knees with their hands over their ears. "Uh, Petra. What just happened?" I ask her. She turns to me with a smile.

she said,her mind racing in 10 different directions at once. She needed fresh air.She had to get out of there.All of this was just too strange for her to handle right now and way too coincidental. What were the chances that the girl in her vision and Marcus both referred to a supernatural entity known as ‘the lady in the shadows',both while speaking to her? She ran up the stairs.Her purse was still in Ethan’s bedroom. And then she heard it as she passed the portrait.Her name,as if set to a gentle,haunting melody…

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Each agent grabbed a file from his office, walking closely with their partner. Mika waved hello, I waved back. While approaching Mr Phenyo's office. I grabbed the case file then began reading through it. "Hidden?" I asked. "Yes! The case came to us, specifically to us. You know why that is right?" "Not really!" "Because, we solve paranormal cases.Miss Mokoena!" "But what is paranormal about this drug?" I asked. " It's red all over, there are tiny blue spots on the outer part of it. What else?"

She answered, making my eyebrows furrow as I was pretty troubled, and Pryce replied to her, “Not normal… such as...?” And the lesbian doctor, Andrea, pointed her flashlight upside down below her chin and spoke with an eerie, spooky voice, “Anything paranormal… Such as---” I cut her off since I found this activity fascinating when something silly suddenly popped into my head. “What? Vampires? Werewolves? Goblins? Oh, aliens? Fudge, I love to meet one! And zombies!”

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

“That glow in your hands? That’s one of your gifts. The Paranormal Sense. It warns you—lets you feel when something evil is near.” My breath caught. “What do you mean by evil?” “We won’t know,” Nathan said quietly, “until you see it.” But then—a screech tore through the silence. Not human. Not natural. All heads turned. We raced out of the room. And froze. Down the corridor—chaos. Blood smeared across the walls. Two guards were pinned to the ground, screaming as shadowy figures fed on them, tearing at flesh with movements too fast to track. Gunshots rang out—pop-pop-pop!