Scary Google Earth Coordinates Novels & Stories

In just twelve minutes of that non-physical torture, Arthur's holographic screen finally turned red. The set of latitude and longitude coordinates manifested breaking the man's defensive visual memory. The coordinates point to a strange location, at the bottom of a container dock that has long been sealed by the human government. A rotting point in the south harbor. "You got the coordinates. The Vane recycling factory in Sector 9 of the port," growled Alexander impatiently. The Alpha King stepped quickly, his killing intent towards the bioweapon maker and the remaining leeches that made his tear poison had reached a crazy peak.

"What are you talking about? We wiped out the Board in Coldwater. We brought down the Sunburst Armada. You have nothing left." Silas smiled a thin, horrific stretching of translucent skin. He weakly tapped a single key on the armrest of his throne. A holographic projection flickered to life in the center of the penthouse. It wasn't a map of the hemisphere. It was a global projection of the Earth. Coldwater and Neo-Angeles were marked as two small dots in the West. But as we watched, other massive, crimson dots began to illuminate across the globe. One deep in the Mariana Trench.

His nostrils flared, inhaling her scent frantically to ensure the strange black blood hadn't contaminated her. "Marcus!" Dominic roared into the communication device built into the beach perimeter line. Alpha Marcus’s voice answered instantly, thick with panic. Sire! The global tracking grid just went completely dark over the South Pacific coordinates! We are experiencing a total satellite blackout. An unauthorised, massive thermal signature is rising from the deep trenches just five miles off your shore! Dominic’s jawline hardened into granite, his grey eyes turning entirely, terrifyingly gold. He looked out at the dark, rolling horizon of the Pacific Ocean.

It was pulling a final, hidden file—a ghost in the wires—from the wreckage of the server. A single line of text appeared on the tiny, cracked screen: FINAL CLAUSE UNLOCKED. FOR IRIS. Iris watched, her breath catching, as a map began to draw itself. It was a set of GPS coordinates located at the very edge of the Blackwood estate, miles away from the Vane mansion, tucked into a valley where the trees grew thick and the sun rarely reached. "Julian," she breathed, her thumb tracing the glowing coordinates.

This could only mean that Autumn’s current latitude did not differ from Charlie’s location at all! Lastly, the hexagram looked like the other party would certainly face death as a whole. However, there was a ray of life left, and that ray of life was here! Charlie immediately took out his cell phone to check the latitude and longitude of both Syria and Aurous Hill on the search engine, and he realized that Syria was located between 32°20' North latitude to 37° North latitude, whereas Aurous Hill happened to be located between 31°37’ North latitude to 32°37’ North latitude!

Terror explained, “It is a bit weird that there are so many dots at that one location.” “Each of these dots can’t represents an origin, there are too many of them scattered around.” “Maybe each dot marks the presence of a Regis’ influence?” Terror guessed “And I’m up against all of this?” Nya wondered, looking at the hundreds of different colored dots, “Quite the daunting task ahead of me.” “So what do we do now?” “I have an idea…” Nya started as she typed in a string of coordinates that found their way into her head. The display zoomed to one corner of the map

Zoe explained, “I had a last-minute assignment, so my trip was delayed a day. I don’t have time to explain. Fuck! These people are out for my life.” Mable understood the danger Zoe was in by the sound of her voice. She swiftly turned on her computer. Mable told Zoe over the phone, “Turn on your GPS location.” “Done!” Mable put the phone on speaker while her fingers tapped on the keyboard. Soon, she had a 4D map of Crest International on her computer screen. There was a red dot running to the emergency exit on the map. Mable typed on the computer while talking to Zoe on the other end of the line. “It’s a dead end up ahead. Turn left and take the second staircase out. The elevator will arrive

she explained in a single breath. Without a word, I turned and strode out of the room, my heart racing with anticipation. I had to find the location, and uncover its connection to the contamination. Storming into my web room, I sat at a bank of computers, their screens glowing in the dim light. I swiftly typed in the coordinates on the nearest terminal, my eyes fixed on the display as the location loaded. The pointer turned green and my heart skipped a beat; a secluded area near the croton reservoir in Westchester county, New York, approximately 20-30 miles north of Manhattan.

He was trembling and on the verge of getting panic attack. Stopping the black Porsche just an inch away from him the driver gets out of the vehicle as if in a trance. "Come back to Tehran." He snarled on the face of Victor, his face purely white with an ugly black scar right on the middle of his forehead. He went to the switch board fixed to one of the pillars in the parking lot and put his finger into the socket. His body shook with passing electricity surprising Victor and he died on the spot.

We had seen it before, Jude had sent it to our phones, but with the computer programs up and running, there were elements that we couldn't see remotely. What we're seeing at first doesn't make sense, but then Clark notices something that I missed. We watched the video a second, and then a third time to make sure. When the video is played in one window with the pirate website in the other, a series of numbers and letters appear in the corners of the matching screens. "15° 10' 59.9988'' N " Clark transcribes, "45° 45' 0.0000'' E". "Are those," I hold up the piece of paper looking at the wall beyond where our mother had a map of the world hanging next to her shelf of trophies, "coordinates?"