Novel & Cerita Paranormal Suspense

He pulled out a shot gun and cocked it,a serious gaze crossing his face as he stared at the mansion. " We've gone through our plans and I know no one is having second thoughts."He stared at the other two. Daniel nodded. However, Annabelle who had been quiet throughout the ride to the place,said nothing. "Babe?" Daniel turned to her. " What's wrong?" "Honestly, I'm just having a strange feeling.Something just doesn't feel right." She sighed,running her hand through her hair. She wasn't a stranger to sudden intuitions but this one was way too strong. Something was amiss but she couldn't put her finger on it.

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

he bent down and said in her ear "I am your monster and you are my Dark Hidden Paradise " ///Guys...it's Sriste here....it's a story of some dangerous mystery with obsessjve love...so please support me with your love...I can tell u all that I will make you love with every character in story...Follow me in my Instagram : sriste__author.///

She frowned instantly, wondering where she was and why it was so white. Then it all came together and the memories of the last event that happened came back to her in floods. She blacked out after meeting that mysterious man, that was all she knew and now, she was in a very strange room. With panic, she jerked up from the bed, resisting the cold that was trying to hold her back. Her eyes roamed the room frantically as her heart began to race inside her chest when her gaze fell on him. Standing at the far corner of the room, with his eyes intently on her, and his back against the wall, he looked like a mysterious assassin ready to take her life at a first glance.

she said and held the genius' hands "what could be making you cry?" "I don't know how to say it but I'm scared of living" Juana began "What do you mean? Are you feeling suicidal?" "Not exactly but I am tired of myself. I don't know if you'll see me as a strange person just as others do, but the thing is I see things. Things I shouldn't see, and things too much for me to comprehend or bear, I can't even sleep at nights and I can't even tell anyone at home because they'd be worried" Juana stopped talking.

Wrapping a gift with care, she hastened towards Marriane, her mind consumed by a mysterious intent. As Marriane chatted animatedly with her friends over the phone, an ominous presence engulfed her. "Who's there?" she dared to inquire, but the silence that followed only intensified her unease. Suddenly, crimson drops fell upon her forehead, an inexplicable source of blood that sent shivers down her spine. Her voice trembled with fear, but her pleas went unanswered, lost in the abyss of solitude. The blood continued its macabre descent, suffocating Marriane's senses until she succumbed to unconsciousness, the weight of her terror overwhelming.

The silence of the room only serves to amplify her feelings of unease. She noticed that her window was slightly ajar. She pauses, her instincts telling her that something is off. She remembers closing the window before leaving the house earlier that afternoon. She takes a careful look around the room and notices a strange scent in the air, something that is not familiar to her. It's a scent of something otherworldly, and she can feel the presence of a supernatural being in her room. Samantha turns around just in time to see a figure lunging towards her, aiming a sharp object at her. She quickly dodged the attack, narrowly missing the sharp claws that would have struck her had she been any sl

"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."

“Something’s here.” I froze, halfway through drawing the curtain shut. “Someone?” I whispered. “Not a threat,” she murmured. But her pupils dilated wide in my mind. “But not… normal.” Great. That was exactly what I needed tonight. A paranormal visitor. Maybe a cryptid. Hopefully not a reporter dressed as Bigfoot. I leaned closer to the glass. The yard was quiet. Moonlit. Still. Too still. A darker patch of shadow flickered at the edge of the treeline. Movement - silent, deliberate - like a ripple bending the night.

“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!