Paranormal Suspense Novels & Stories

Draw a triangle line on the floor, call on Patricia to enter the line with her. "I want to enter into the nightmare and see if I can identify the creature". Susannah said and held Patricia's both hands and started chanting some spells. A mighty windblown, and Patricia opened her eyes which were all whites all through. "I'm inside now, please try to stay strong so I can find it out. Susannah said immediately she opened her eyes which were also white all through.

I reached my bloodied hand out to touch him, but he moved out of the way, causing my hand to drop onto my lap instead. "You aren't a monster," I whispered, my voice not entirely my own. He let out a dark chuckle moving towards me. "Oh, but that's where you're wrong, my little pet. I'm the worst kind of monster there is." I gasped as his hand slammed into my chest, a scream tearing through my throat. It was like a spell had been broken. Fear poured through my veins. I wanted to run away, hide, but I couldn't, and as he ripped my heart from my chest, I was left with one last thought before everything went dark.

Yet another hour ticked by, and there were still zero leads. All of a sudden, Wilbur spoke up. "This is a paranormal incident. You can't solve it as detectives." "What did you just say?" Esha turned to Wilbur. "This wasn't done by a regular person. You don't have the skills to solve this case." Esha's expression darkened at once. She marched up to Wilbur until they were barely inches apart from each other. "Oh, really? Please tell me what did this, and who are you to be deducing such a thing?"

Sweat was also dripping from his forehead and it was as if he had run too far with too much breath. The events were now tangled in his mind. He never admired paranormal stories, movies, or anything, but he was really disappointed with what he saw. "What happened to you? You're very shocked like you saw a ghost." Andrei Paraz suddenly appeared in the office. He arrives just after investigating a woman named Shane Rivara.

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.”

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…

Yet the most unsettling thing was… Alina trailed her gaze over to the wooden doorway connecting her room to the hall, her eyes peering into the darkness cloaked there within the shadows that blossomed from the window's sunlight to the right. Dark splotches seemed to dance in the shadows. She kept her gaze there, searching for a hint of movement. There was none. Sighing, Alina lowered her back onto her mattress, lying there meaninglessly. It was staring to unnerve her how she could never locate the figure when she wanted to. It was like she was being toyed with, but then again, she probably was. Maybe it was her punishment for always being skeptical. Being someone who had never believed in an

He then headed to his study, and emerged a full minute later, right as Reggie heard a car pull into the house. The woman couldn’t help it, she just squealed in delight and headed for the door… forgetting for a moment that without Chris’s clearance, she couldn’t go out. “It’s open,” He informed her at her silent request, and then headed for the study room. Perhaps, his brain had had enough of Reggie for today. He concluded decisively. That had to be it! It would explain why he was feeling and seeing and thinking strange things, things that were in no way true or real.

It simply disintegrated, then reappeared back in the car. “Sick bastard,” I spat. He'd been stalking me. I tore a slim black book from the rat pile. Book of Psychopomps was etched on it in gold ink. Numbers, emails, and old-fashioned addresses accompanied names, written in no apparent order. I rifled through the pages: “Old farts: ODIN, MORRIGAN, YAMA, HERMES....” and “New pests: ANAESTHESIA, AIDS, SANTA MUERTE...” A red ribbon marked a page at the back. “Accessories: SHANNON PARKER.”

"For the time being, we plan on keeping it that way." Lainie tilted her head, her hands clutching the edge of the desk. This was their show; she'd let them reveal what they wanted of their problem. For now, anyway. Chet shrugged. "So, what exactly is this Para-Force? I've never heard of it." Colton squirmed in his seat, glancing at Lainie for help. "Feel free to speak about whatever," she said. "The sheriff knows. As does the deputy outside the door there. It's not common knowledge outside of Bull Creek, but there are a few who know about the paranormal in this area."