Paranormal Paranoia Novels & Stories

Thousands of people jostled for space at one stall or another to buy the tiny souvenir scarabs that are the symbol of Egypt. The crowd of people made it a little difficult for the tired old man to move forward, but it was also a great cover to stay unnoticed. He did not feel safe. An inexplicable bad feeling had been plaguing him from the moment he left the bank and caused him to keep looking over his shoulder, expecting every now and then to see strange types walking toward him. But he didn‘t. Looking around, he failed to see the young guy in front of him and turned too late to avoid a painful head-on collision. The old man‘s heart nearly leapt out of his chest, but he quickly calmed down a

It was deep sounded… worried. She slowly opened her eyes. She could not make out of her surroundings, but she could see a blurry figure of a man. He was towering over her. She could not move. It was as if a heavy object was sitting on her chest. Who was this man? Why was his face blurry? Why was he watching her? Thera started panicking. Was she going through this thing called ‘sleep paralysis?’ And this man over her… was he a ghoul or an ogre? Could he be the reason she’d die at seventeen?

Josephine asked walking in Paige had pressed the emergency button they needed a doctor with them as soon as possible. "Helen can you hear me?" Josephine called out trying to wake her up Nolan rushed in with Allen. Allen immediately examined Helen "What's wrong with her?" Josephine asked "I think she's under some sort of spell. Something's tormenting her." Allen explained "Like an evil spirit?" Paige asked "Something like that." "Wake her up then. She's hurting." Josephine said "I don't know what we're dealing with so I can't wake her up except she tries on her own so let's hope Helen has the will to wake up." Allen said

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She said before she hurried after the other two. Bob put his hands facing downwards on his head. He was so tired of this damned situation. It was all good at first and he was really beginning to like the simple lifestyle of the citizens of the country. But ever since the whole god and demon issue started, it had been one bad news to the other. It was like, they could not even catch a single break. His heart beat faster as fear paralyzed him making him fall down on shaking knees. He had a really bad feeling about Michelle's condition. And his intuition told him that they were all going to be victims if they were not careful.

Eason's grip on my hand tightened at the sight of them; I soothed him with a smile. "Why did you run away from home again, Alessa? Do you know how much you made us worry?" Dad made a show of wanting to hug me, but Eason stopped him. "Don't touch her!" he snapped. There was a smile on Dad's face, but his gaze was ice cold. He turned to the policeman and said, "This is all a misunderstanding, officer. My daughter has a serious mental condition and hallucinates about me and her mother torturing her. Look, this is her medical record."

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?"

I shook my head, trying to dispel the memory but it clung stubbornly, like it had been seared into my brain with hot iron. "Who is there?" I called out loud. I sounded crazy, even to myself but that voice... That voice had not been a figment of my imagination. That much I was sure of. As expected, no response came but I could not shake the feeling that I was being watched. Paranoia took over as I got out of bed and searched the room, under the bed, behind the clothes rack, the bathroom, everywhere but again, I saw nothing. I looked toward the open window and my heart skipped as I noticed a shadow. I scrambled over but it was gone before I could reach it. Looking out through the window, I saw

“Almost what?” “Nothing.” He studied me. “You’re shaking.” “I’m sick,” I snapped. He didn’t argue. That night, the paranoia returned worse than before. I woke up drenched in sweat, heart racing, convinced someone was watching me again. The shadows in the room seemed thicker, heavier, like they were pressing in. I sat up too fast and nearly passed out. Ronan stirred immediately. “Hey. Easy.” I pressed my hands to my chest, breathing hard. “Someone’s watching.”