Paranormal Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

“What aren’t you telling me?” “What you’re feeling is the effects of something called a morphling. It’s a type of paranormal parasite that attaches itself to a living being and feeds off their essence. It feeds off them till there is nothing left. The morphling is an automatic death sentence. There is no way to save the host because the moment it latches, the person's essence is corrupted, evil, there’s nothing salvageable of the host.” Ezra explained with a shrug and a deep sigh as he ran his hand over his face and through his hair. I blinked in surprise and looked at him like he was certifiably crazy.

"Welcome to 81.9 GistFM, I'm Aaaa-manda, and we're ready to delve into something spooky today. Though Halloween isn't here yet, we'll be discussing the supernatural, including Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts, and even Witches. If young ones are tuned in, you might want to switch off the radio. But first, let's get down to business - do you believe in these supernatural entities? Miranda halted. "Do you believe that creatures such as vampires, werewolves, ghosts, and witches exist and walk among us? Growing up, my late grandmother would share stories about how Ashgrove was once a den of supernatural activity. If you've lived in this town for a while, you've likely heard similar tales. But do you

I shined the penlight in his eye and tried to erase the last hour or so from his mind using some of that good old scopolamine we Templari liked to have on hand. Look, it wasn't like we liked doing this sort of affair, altering memories and all, but history has taught us, Knights, a thing or two about our fellow man. The general populace is in no way, shape, or form able to deal with knowing about the supernatural. A man sees a demon, an actual no holds bar demon from the Pit itself, and they go mental real quick after the whole existential dread bit.

Anyway, he kept saying that there are horrible creatures that lurk in the darkness here… While growing up he told me the story of the time when he was ten years old, his dog ran out of his family home—this townhome, the home I’m just about my home until my dad gets out of jail and the social worker says I can go back. He goes on and says that he watched his dog die that night being eaten alive by a wolf-like humanoid that he himself barely made it back home to safety. Then there were these stories of the locals being blood-sucking vampires and all the BS surrounding that subject. Oh and the witches of the forest and the great lake—supposedly they lure pregnant women to their deaths and drown

No two people see the painting the same. Jennifer went to the Coffee Shop and meet Paul. She explained to Paul that Lillie had a painting of her covered in blood. She was afraid that Lillie had put a spell on her to kill her. Paul assured Jennifer that was not the case. Lillie would never kill anybody. She only tries to scare people. The spell will not work if you do not believe in them. She only uses it to get her way.

Epilogue: Now that I have written several of these stories, I find that my old ghosts have started to haunt my dreams yet again. It is amazing that once things are written down, they begin to take on a life of their own. Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them.

the first man answered walking away, "How about you? I said gripping him the his shirt "No sir" he replied like someone who had seen a ghost "How about the injured patient that was brought here a while ago by a red ambulance, any ideas on where he was taken? I continued asking still holding his shirt "Hmm, he was taken to the central hospital, it just few blocks from here" he replied releasing himself off my grip, then ran away, I quickly ran to the central hospital there I found Linx, he was in the blood storage room consuming blood as he pleased, he had even killed two nurses with the aim of sucking their bloods

She decided to warn the boy beforehand . He was tall,fair,well-built with blue eyes and golden hair.Oops!!No,no she didn't want to discourage him she needed to reduce the weight on her bossom at least. She was in undergarments already.Sam looked at her wildly.He carried her till her room and she instructed the path.He tried to open her upper garment but she insisted to delay.She had a fear She had never allowed Ned .It took her few seconds to convince herself that Ned was dead and gone.There was nothing paranormal about Joseph's death other than a chandelier dropping on his head .It was not a miracle that she escaped without injuries but a co-incidence.Before she realised Sam was kissing her

He opened his eyes and started again, "The conversation was about our new house .He was saying that many people ran from that house because they thought that the house is haunted . They heard creepy voices ,and invisible laughter . They met many incidents . Many brave people came and went. My father haven't believe in any of these stories .He was adventurous, brave and daring . He replied with a smile that we want that house .His friend was not ready at all to give him the house .He said to him that there are many other good and beautiful houses too, but my father insisted him so much that we got that house . Now what ? We were shifting our house .It was a dark ,stormy night . We reached

The air in the library was thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Sadile Marconi, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders like a river of flames, sat at a secluded table, her green eyes darting between the pages of her textbook and the clock on the wall. The numbers seemed to mock her, ticking away the minutes until her next class, a class she was dangerously close to failing.