Paranormal Novels & Stories

she asked. Corazon stopped in the middle of her walk. She turned her head to face Leticia. "I haven’t told you, I can also see a future aside from hearing it, but either of them could apply at the same time, it’s always hearing them or seeing them at once, but never hearing and seeing them in one frame. Do you believe in Premonition?" Corazon is actually unsure if it's a premonition or just her wild imagination that reflects into her dream.

He kept moving closer, then I stepped back along side down to the dining room. I reached for the little fruit knife on the table, then mum held me up as I was about to stab him. And now, he was gone. "Where is he? He need to die by my hands mum, and he just run off because he is scared of me." "No one was here Ai, it is your hallucination just again." Mum let go of the hand. She pressed her palm on my cheek in a verge of tears. "Mum! The same thing that – that fuck neurologist said. I hate to hear that I am mad mum because I am not." I paced down to the living room as I ran my finger over my hair.

I sigh “The night I went out to buy decorations I met Abaddon. He said bad thing will happen to the town” “Who’s Abaddon? Is what happening now a bad thing?” “Abaddon is a demon babe. Dead people coming back to life after a demon foretold a bad omen, it can’t be good” “B-but but—” “I know this is hard to accept babe. Let him go” People starts screaming and almost immediately after we heard the scream, a loud rumble shakes the house. We run out to check what’s going on and we couldn’t believe our eyes—the town is burning, people getting killed by the reanimates

“Oh. So if I want a pudding, all I smell is that?” He nodded, leaning forward on the table. “Yes.” “When you said other paranormal,” My thoughts went to Connor and Reed. “Did you mean fairies, vampires, ghosts, satyr and werewolves?” All the people in the room audibly gasped and turned their heads to our table, fear written on their faces. I looked around nervously and flinched. Uncle Al shot out of his seat. “Sorry about that,” he chuckled then said, “there are no Forbidden here.”

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The project that they initially came for, their bonding night out, the incident that changed their whole lives and put them on the fast paced pedestal that was this past week. A week! It had seemed like a month, weeks, with all that had happened. Without doubt, they had all matured greatly and learned a lot from the experience... things that they were not going to forget in a hurry! Like the fact that... they could not deny the paranormal. After all, the lack of evidence was not the evidence of lack. Luckily, since Michelle was discharged and spoke to her parents, there was no need for the emergency plane service which would lead to a lot of bad publicity for

She walked into the room to see the man just standing there and staring at the table. “Sir”. He looked up to her and he just stared. “State your business”. Now was the time for her to choose her words carefully. “My friend was possessed by Tresicta” she began. “Pardon?” “Her name is Clara. She’s Savan and Tempan and she took me to the museum and well….she touched a picture and now she's a host for her consciousness. I don’t know”. “This Clara of a Supernatural, you said she’s Tempan?”

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.”

Others sound like the beginning of horror novels. I drag a hand down my face with a quiet sigh. It’s like trying to find truth in fog. I click on another link. More confusion. A forum of self proclaimed “paranormal experts” debating everything from moonstones to blood rituals to royal bloodlines. My eyes skim paragraph after paragraph but none of it helps. If anything, the internet is only adding to the unease curling in my chest.

I’m watching a movie to calm my nerves, but that does nothing to ease the fear when lightning strikes, followed by a hair-raising rumble of thunder. The doorbell rings, making me shrink to the end of the couch, even though ghosts can’t appear in real life. That only happens in movies, and they are never polite enough to ring the doorbell. Why would they, when they can float right through the wall? Yet the incessant doorbell continues, making me cover my head with the fleece blanket. The distant ringing of my phone brings me back to earth. When I see his name flashing on the screen, I’m filled with relief.