Paranormal Suspense Novels & Stories

A hand from underneath the earth pulls the pregnant woman’s dead body into the earth. Susan rips her hand from the nails that bind her, dark aura with moanful voices circle her and her eyes fly open. The earthquake subsides as Susan stands with her neck tilted in a crazy way grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Welcome Gyllou,” Jessica says, with an evil smile. Susan disappears just moments after being possessed by Gyllou. .........................✍🏾

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

“I’m not suspecting you Blaine and I never tell the higher ups about your connection to the two so just take the day off for now and think hard. Maybe Phantom Night is one of your acquiantances because it’s not a mere coincidence” Jake ended the call after that and Blaine have no choice but to take the day off. Well, it’s not like he can work at this state so it’s favorable for him. Did you like our present Blaine? It’s our welcome gift for you Again. He heard some voices again. Blaine turned his head left and right but he didn’t saw anyone. Is he really hallucinating or there are really ghost in this house? I inwardly laugh at myself. Maybe I accumulated a lot of stress these past few day

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun

I felt a strange sense of nerves that I haven’t felt since my first investigation, a lot had been riding on this. I needed to find the twins and as the hours go by without a call for ransom or a breakthrough the lesser chance we have of finding them… alive that is. My heart was thrumming in my chest as I tied my hair into a messy bun, I watched closely on the CCTV monitor as Edward rounded the corner on the sixth floor getting closer to the stairwell while he ran his fingers through his hair a few times and tried his best to soothe his nerves. I needed something, anything to help us find who was behind the master plan of kidnapping the twins or at least where they kept the twins.

She could faintly hear the demonic couple’s victorious and evil laugh ringing in her ear, mocking her. How could fate do this to her! Just when she had them at the palm of her hand, ready to be stripped off from their facades. Her heart burned with an extreme clash of emotions. Before darkness engulfed her, literally, she saw a blurry face of a man who stared straight at her. His eyes held sadness? Why? … It had been hours, or days maybe even weeks since she was sucked by the mysterious vacuum cleaner wannabe power, she was just chilling at the morgue as a wandering soul, spirit or maybe ghost? When she felt this pressure from nowhere and immediately sucked her, like literally.

he said pointing to a file of papers on the desk. “What is it all about?” Elizabeth asked, picking up the file casually. “There have been a few suspicious killings in a remote town in Norway, four to be precise, over the past three weeks. The Paranormal Authority has flagged the incidents. They suspect foul play… you know…as in supernatural involvement. So, I have approved the mission,” he explained. “How can you be so sure? Could be a psychopath on the loose,” Elizabeth said, reclining in her chair.

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?

The one with curly brown hair seemed to have disappeared in the process. She shook her head. “I don’t know who you are, but I’m not going anywhere with you.” “That’s wrong, princess. Just relax.” She opened her mouth to scream, but didn’t have a chance. The one with the long, dark braids lifted his hand, and there was a glowing green orb on his left palm. A moment later, light radiated from it and engulfed her head. North was immediately lightheaded and swooned, unable to fight the effects of whatever the purse snatcher had done to her. The ground seemed to be racing toward her, but she lost consciousness before crashing into it.

As I took a left and made my way down the aisle, the light began to dim, most of the library was empty but this corner didn’t have a single human. Faint beams filtered in from the windows, casting shadows across the shelves, I passed the Paranormal section, the darkness deepening, and a strange tension crept in as I continued down the aisle, the stillness growing heavier with each step. When I reached the makeshift door—just as Arabella had described—I froze mid-step. A soft sound floated through the silence, then it grew clearer… a low moan, I held my breath, my skin prickling as I stood there.