Scary Google Earth Coordinates Novels & Stories

"I’ll lower the barrier after they leave, and you will need to contact your wolf and give her the coordinates I give you.” “Can you give them to me now?” I ask. "You'll remember them?" I nod. "Sure, they're 38.8375° N, 120.8958° W." He gets up to leave. “Mathias?” He stops and turns to me. “Do you think we’ll have enough time to stop the marking ceremony?” I ask and I know my voice sounds small and uncertain. “The better question is, will it matter?" he asks and then heads up the stairs.

“How do we find the SEO?” Amelia came. “They’re terrified, but they’ll live.” “Thanks for helping, Amelia,” Guston said gratefully. “Anytime. So what were you talking about?” “Do you know what a flight tracer is?” Lucius asked. “An air traffic?” “Yes. That’s another good news because that’s how Samarah found out how the SEO moved. When the earthquake happened, the magic ley lines activated. She found three constant locations with strong power sources. One is in the UK, Arizona desert, and the other is in New York.”

He passes him a tablet. One glance at the device and a puzzled look crosses Jacob’s face. “Are you sure about this?" he asks, looking up at the man sitting across from him. “Very much, sir," he replies. "I double-checked it.” Thing is, Gary understands very well why Jacob is feeling confused. in fact, it's the same expression he had on his face when he first saw it too. “The coordinates lead nowhere, sir," he says. "It’s right in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.”

The Sahara was not a desert anymore. It was a gold plated graveyard. A thousand miles from the nearest paved road, where the shifting dunes usually reclaimed everything, stood a structure that defied the laws of both man and physics. It was a skyscraper made of black glass, thrusting upward from the sand like a jagged obsidian needle. There were no lights, no windows just a hum that vibrated in the soles of Elara’s boots. "He always did have a flair for the dramatic," Sarah Vance muttered, checking the action on her silver shotgun. She looked at the GPS tracker. "We’re here. Coordinates 24.52, 11.38. The new headquarters."

“Have you gotten a place for us to stay when we get there?” “Yes, there’s a building prepared for our use in the pacific center close to the Texas’s park” she brought out a tablet device and scrolled through as the others rallied around her. “Latitude 4.73981, longitude 7.04532” Jake moved closer to the tablet as Isabella passed it to him for him to have a clearer view, “Oh, cool. It’s kind of close to the Mayor’s mother apartment, she lives around there” “Wow! That’s good. Does anyone have questions to ask? She got up from her seat, collecting the device from Jake.

Elara asked, her voice barely a whisper. Kazimir checked the final GPS coordinates. He pointed to the small screen, which displayed a solitary set of numbers and a label: COORDINATES: -48.87°S 123.33°W LOCATION: POINT NEMO VICINITY They were alive. They had survived the crash that was meant to be their death. But they were stranded on a battered, floating capsule, in the most remote, desolate point on the planet, with no means of communication. They were ghosts, witnesses to a crime, left precisely where Thorne intended to bury his secret. Their final mission had just begun.

I moved on. Now, I'm strangely feeling the same fixation as those nights, but on something peculiar. The obsession forms dangerous roots around something I should ignore, but it's stronger than I am. I pull the black card from my jeans pocket and examine the three-headed dog that begs to be deciphered. I scan it with my cell phone camera and wait. Nothing happens. I slowly slide my thumb over it, trying to feel the raised letters, and I notice a tiny sequence of numbers in the bottom right corner. Against the light, they glisten a bit more. -23.517635, -46.703601

Naomi didn't answer immediately. Her eyes remained locked on the glowing tablet screen. The color had drained completely from her face. Arthur stepped forward. “Naomi.” No response. “Naomi.” Slowly, she looked up. And for the first time since Ama had met her, Naomi Voss looked frightened. Not concerned. Not cautious. Frightened. “The coordinates are impossible.” Gabriel sighed. “Everything is impossible now.” Nobody disagreed. Naomi enlarged the display. A three-dimensional map appeared above the tablet.

The digital map shifted. Zooming out first. Then narrowing. Layers of terrain appeared—roads, regions, satellite markers. Then— One section highlighted. Remote. Isolated. Surrounded by nothing but dark terrain and uneven topography. Evelyn stared at it. “That’s…” Her voice trailed. Because it didn’t look like anything. No city. No hospital. No structure labeled. Just emptiness. Victor spoke quietly. “It’s not on standard maps.” Damian stepped closer. His eyes scanned the coordinates.

a woman’s voice answered, calm and clipped. “My name is Valentina Ricchezza,” I said, voice breaking. “I’m at the Inca ruins in Machu Picchu. The group I was traveling with… they’re all hallucinating from altitude sickness, everyone’s gone mad. Please. Help me.” “Can you give us coordinates, ma’am?” “Yes. Latitude -13.1631, Longitude -72.5450. Near the mountain terrace.” My hands trembled. “Stay where you are, Mrs. Ricchezza. We’re sending police and medical personnel. Avoid contact with the others if possible.”