Paranorman Ghosts Novels & Stories

I questioned, sitting down on his bed, watching his reaction change from anxiety to uncomfortability, but he kept on going with his answers. "S-surprisingly most of them are, yes! A-a lot of the cases in-involved were only solvable by a master of the p-paranormal field, since some of them in-involved things like gh-ghosts, p-possessions, and r-resurrections of the dead!" "Oooo, interesting. Do you have any pictures of the cases on that camera?" I asked, gesturing to his camera pouch. "O-oh uh, y-yes I do but-" Jinju didn't finish his sentence, but his body language told the story as he moved his pouch and body away from me, keying me in on the problem.

Twelve floors have been passed through and now they have six floors left to get outta from the Supernatural Realm. ßenlong is running ascending the stairs at his best pace while the others are having chat to break the ice. "So, Cocong, right?" Herman said. "I wonder how it feels to be a tied ghost." He added. "Huh? What is it? Do you wanna be a tied ghost by any chance?" Cocong asked wondering. "No, I'm just curious," Herman said seriously. "Curiosity isn't a sin, right?'" He becomes reluctant.

"She is seeing a medium." "What are they saying now?" Banshee asked. Of the four beings who were not ghosts present, only Shamira and the necromancer Lillian could see the ghost. Shamira could only see him because he had come to see her. Shane and Banshee had to wait for interpretations from Lillian. "Whatever!" Shamira blasted. "Why would she want to talk to me? I'm dead!" "Undead," Shane corrected her. "Technically and mystically, there's a big dif--" He stopped when Shamira glared at him. Dominant or not, he really didn't want to have her swinging fists at him.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

My mother-in-law, similarly overwhelmed, lost consciousness on the spot. When the two women regained consciousness, they went together to obtain my death certificate and made arrangements to transfer my body to the funeral home. Throughout it all, they tried repeatedly to call Grayson, only to have every attempt met with the cold indifference of a disconnected line or a curt rejection. My brother, Liam Pearson, stood by the cold storage at the funeral home where my body now lay, weeping like a heartbroken child. A man of over six feet tall, his shoulders shook with the force of his tears.

She walked into the room to see the man just standing there and staring at the table. “Sir”. He looked up to her and he just stared. “State your business”. Now was the time for her to choose her words carefully. “My friend was possessed by Tresicta” she began. “Pardon?” “Her name is Clara. She’s Savan and Tempan and she took me to the museum and well….she touched a picture and now she's a host for her consciousness. I don’t know”. “This Clara of a Supernatural, you said she’s Tempan?”

He screeched his car on the entrance, he didn’t hoot his horns, the maids were not around, opened his door and opened the gate for himself. “I went to get some fruits for Amanda, her health…” he stammered, the words that came out made no sense, they had just shopped for groceries a day earlier. Melina looked at him with doubts in her eyes, she raised her brows and frowned her cheeks, she did not buy his excuse.

Every step tightened the pressure behind his sternum, pulling him deeper. “You always hated this place,” Vex’s voice echoed suddenly, smooth and amused. “Said it smelt like ghosts.” Riven stopped. The voice came from everywhere and nowhere—reverberating through tunnels, bleeding through walls. “Funny thing,” Vex continued. “Turns out ghosts don’t leave. They just change shape.” Riven’s jaw set. “Show yourself.” Laughter rippled through the dark. Lights flickered to life one by one, revealing a massive junction chamber ahead—old control panels, broken signal boards, and cables hanging like exposed veins.

he says and kisses her. “ I have never been that gentle girl, Everyone even says I talk a lot even my grandma, she knows I say whatever I see” Evelyn says. “ Grandma? You don't have a grandma, I remember you said she died few years back” he says and Evelyn spirits enters back into her body and Marilyn could feel something enters into her and Evelyn began took over Marilyn’s body and she had this cold aura again and even Manuel could feel her cold aura. She wasn’t talking anymore, she just sit quietly.