The Paranormal Activity: The Ghost Dimension Novels & Stories

"The Institute grounds." Marcus crashes through the gate without slowing. The empty lot shimmers like a mirage, revealing the ghostly outline of a massive research facility that both is and isn't there. "Dimensional overlay," my older self explains, her image stabilizing momentarily. "The building exists in a parallel reality. You need to reach the sub-basement. The elevator in the east wing." "There is no building!" Marcus shouts in frustration, driving directly toward what looks like solid earth. "Trust her," I say quietly, my hand covering the glowing pendant beneath Truth's skin. "Drive through."

It would not matter even if they ended up dead. If they were able to evoke some memories within Norm, they could destroy this illusion. Chase was a little hesitant to accept Helena's suggestion. He could sense something mysterious about the dimension. He kept having the feeling that the dimension was the one real thing inside this illusion. This came from his grasp over the Space Order of the Path. If that dimension were real, it could be a trap set up by the Dark Inner Demon. "I'll send a duplicate inside to have a look first. It would be safer this way," Chase replied to Helena.

Tears rolls down his mom’s face while Evelyn spirit walks into the office smiling and she flashes back to how her spirit comes out of Marylyn’s body and keeps following her mom, she was feeling pitied for her at the party that she doesn’t know she was dead only for her to see her buying chemical at the chemical shop and injecting it to her drink and gives it to a waiter to bring it to Marylyn who was sited finding everything strange. She was shocked to see her mother inject the drink and wanted to give Marylyn because she thought she was the one and she when the waiter was about bringing it she entered into the waiter to control her at that moment and she changes the drink and she serves her

Otherwise, what else can cause such an alteration in temperature out of nowhere? Other times they'll use different sources of energy. Lights, fans, and any other appliances or devices which operate on energy and produce energy are their favorites. That is the reason why in most cases paranormal activities always involve lights to flicker peculiarly. It's because the entities try to consume the electrical energy to replenish themselves. *** They strolled for some more time when... "It's actually her!!!" Felix's loud cry caught their attention.

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?”

I decided to discreetly examine the areas of the Manor where the supposed ghostly events happened. Saying nothing to anyone and avoiding the others, I visited each spot where paranormal activity occurred. Starting in the room where Amy saw the melting ghost in the closet. I looked for evidence of trickery and recorded my findings with my phone. By the time I examined the far end of the second floor and the room on the third floor where we all heard the noises, I had my answer. I took more photos of the ceiling and pocketed an object I found on the floor before I went looking for my friend.

Mark watched as the flames rolled off 2Pac’s broad shoulders and his gold necklace. Mark’s nerves misfired again, but for five seconds he felt immortal when he activated Ghost Mode. A quantum magnetic pulse passed through the cells in Mark’s body, making him feel invincible. He chuckled as he watched his body morph into a spirit. Mark laughed, watching as 2Pac tried to nail him in his face. Mark felt like he was in a higher dimension. He watched as 2Pac’s fist passed straight through his torso. Mark’s body had become ghostlike. For a moment, he felt like he was God.

But, oh well, talks with Sharon did this to her. She came closer and her brows flew up. She definitely didn't see this before. There was a locket right beside her snacks. She hastily looked around the silent house. The house suddenly wasn't seeming so silent anymore. There was something eerie about the way that the trees that she could see from her window were dancing and clapping without a definite pattern. There was something definitely wrong with the way she was suddenly feeling like a shadow lurking behind her. Returning to her senses, Geneva pursed her lips and flicked her forehead. What was she busy scaring herself for? Ghosts do not exist neither do vampires or any other form of creat

“If this is an Unbound causing problems, I must help stop them. To prove we can police our own.” “Thank you,” Celeste said sincerely. “Your trust means a lot.” We assembled our team within hours. Twelve wolves plus Flux. The Harmonic Collective provided dimensional transportation, warning us that this pocket dimension was unstable. Dangerous. Possibly a one way trip. “Encouraging as always,” Ghost muttered. The pocket dimension was disturbing from the moment we entered. It looked like a library. Endless shelves stretching in all directions. But the books on those shelves were alive. Pulsing. Breathing. Each one containing stolen memories.

I left it charging, so they could use it for as long as they wanted, and if what ghost hunters said was true, they could also draw energy from the battery at the same time. Back to the kitchen, I put to cook, wondering what I could watch over dinner. YouTube kept suggesting me a compilation of the best paranormal evidence captured by the infamous Haunters. No matter how many times I tapped the option to not show it anymore, it kept popping up. So after checking there was nothing interesting to watch anywhere else, I decided I could always have a good laugh and sat to have dinner and watch the rockstars scream like little girls. The moment Brandon Price started his weird off-camera narration,