The Paranormal Activity: The Ghost Dimension Novels & Stories

It was a heavy, wet sound, like a giant lung expanding against stone. ​“Silas? Your arm is flickering,” Winnie noted, her brow furrowed in concern. ​“There is a ghost in the basement,” I muttered, standing up. The movement felt clumsy; my biological legs were struggling to keep pace with my digital mind. “Sub-Level 9. It is supposed to be a vacuum, but something is breathing down there. Something that my interface cannot identify.”

Notes. “I went through every inch of your activity over the past month,” he said, opening the file. “You didn’t meet anyone. No messages in or out. No trace of contact from the outside.” He dropped a photo in front of me. A man. Neck tattoo. Dead eyes. Number 27 scrawled on his chest in red ink. He dropped another. And another. “28. 31. 45. All yours, aren’t they?” I smiled, even though my mouth ached. “You kept count. I’m flattered.”

I asked with fear. "That's the problem, I don't know. I only know that whatever she did is down there and will rise soon. I know that whatever she did will cost thousands of lives both paranormals and humans. I've tried going down there but she placed a spell and shifted the underground passages and rooms into another dimension, one only she has access to. Marinette, I can only be free once I stop whatever she did." She wailed, the ghost was crying. "How did you know I could help?"

Probably it was a symbol of being a Demifae. Eleand continued his research. He found some helpful information, and others were stupid enough to make him laugh. He went back again to the place of his accident. There might be a portal from there. But all he saw was the forest and the vast Pacific Ocean. THE day of Ezekiel’s art exhibit came, held at one five-star hotel in Manila, and all his family members were present. The title of the show was The Hidden Realm, featuring the entire Erganiv and the faeries governing it. The art exhibition would last for three days, and there were so many people during the opening.

I watch my mouth move, feel my vocal cords vibrate, but there's a disconnect—as if I'm watching someone else speak with my voice. Ghost-me materializes beside me, her translucent form flickering like a dying flame. Her lips don't move, but her whisper cuts through the cacophony with crystalline clarity: "You're not talking, sister. The Mirror Realm is speaking through you... channeling your will into sound so your other selves could hear it. It won't last." Horror creeps up my spine like ice. The realm has been using me as a conduit, translating my desperate thoughts into audible words. But if Ghost-me is right, if this borrowed voice is temporary...

“That glow in your hands? That’s one of your gifts. The Paranormal Sense. It warns you—lets you feel when something evil is near.” My breath caught. “What do you mean by evil?” “We won’t know,” Nathan said quietly, “until you see it.” But then—a screech tore through the silence. Not human. Not natural. All heads turned. We raced out of the room. And froze. Down the corridor—chaos. Blood smeared across the walls. Two guards were pinned to the ground, screaming as shadowy figures fed on them, tearing at flesh with movements too fast to track. Gunshots rang out—pop-pop-pop!

I say with a yawn as I tug at his arm. “Of course, Pet. Maybe I should rest as well.” He responds as he gets back in the bed with me. He spoons me as I lay on my side. He puts his arm and leg over me, giving me a weighted blanket effect, and I quickly fall asleep. However, I wish I hadn’t fallen asleep. My dreams start off fine, but then the pretty forest I was running through on a summer evening quickly morphed into the club. The edges of the dream become blurred, signaling I’m in a premonition. Zane and I are talking with Ghost, who is doing drugs, while we sit with him in the VIP lounge. There’s different supernatural drugs mixed with human ones. Ghost is mixing supernatural drugs with hu

He snapped his fingers and vanished from the living room. As Pascal arrived on campus, he heard boisterous cheers emanating from a particular direction. Intrigued, he made his way towards the source of the commotion. However, something caught his eye - a ghostly figure standing in a corner, staring at him with a lifeless expression. Pascal frowned and wondered if this was the doing of Ghost.

Beverly said, "The department suggests that you continue everything as normal. Deacon Penn. Continue your investigation into Greensource Corp, and don't forget to keep yourself safe." Wilbur hung up the call, gasping deeply. He found it strange that the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense was not really doing anything about something so big, but various cultivators practicing evil sorcery in the past ten years had also contributed many things in exchange for powers from other dimensions. The power of light and the power of destruction probably seemed like any other regular power to the department that would not be too much of a risk. Yet Wilbur felt deeply uneasy about the whole th