They Call Me Lil Spooky Novels & Stories

Little Bob said. “Well, Bob, that is probably because there isn’t much to tell you right now. It could be a poltergeist, gremlins, or an angry neighbor with telekinetic abilities. No matter what it is, I have noticed that you always seem to be busy doing other things during these calls, so this time, you get to come with me to check it out,” Lindsay told him with a big smile. “Let’s go; it’s only a few minutes away.”

The day slipped into night as the sun sinks below the horizon. The stars low in the sky, twinkling high. Lilly was so engrossed in reading the book that a sudden phone call nearly shocked her. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she looked at the caller’s name. Rachel Rae. “Aunty?” Despite her confusion she still manages to press the green button. “Hello.” Said Lilly. “Oh, Lilly, I'm sorry for calling you in the middle of the night.” Lilly heard a disturbed voice from the other side of the line.

This village. And then left the husk behind. Aya fell to her knees, scraping her palms on the ground. She stared up with wide, horrified eyes. “It’s not a spirit,” she said. “No,” Brinn murmured, chalk falling from his hand. “It is a caller.” “A caller?” Lily asked, clutching the little boy tighter. I didn’t answer. Because I didn’t know. Because I didn’t have a name for it. And that meant we couldn’t stop it.

MALCOLM’S POV I had just come downstairs to clean up the mess downstairs when Callum spoke from behind me, his voice sharp and edged with suspicion. “Why is she coming here?” I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I exhaled, running a hand down my face as I tucked my phone into my pocket. I wasn’t even sure what to make of the call I had just received. Lila had sounded… terrified. Her voice had been shaky, urgent, unlike the smooth, confident way she usually spoke. Whatever was happening, it wasn’t some act.

Me: "Oh, okay. So you don't mind?" Ann: "Mind? Why would I mind? I mean, she's your mom... my man's mom." Me: I was speechless. Ann: "So tell me, what do you call her? Mommy? Mom?" Me: "Well, I call her Mom when it's serious. Princess on normal days. And Mommy when I want something." Ann: She laughed. "Y'all must have a really good relationship."

"I'll be there. And I'll make sure to bring you and Rita a special gift." Benny froze for a second, clearly not expecting me to agree so easily. Then, he let out a mocking laugh and patted me on the cheek before walking off. He probably thought I'd finally given up, that I was ready to roll over. He had no idea what I had in store for him would be a surprise he'd never forget. Before the party, I reached out to a lawyer friend of mine, Jonathan Chambers, to go over the legal side of things. I also dug up the purchase records and certificate of authenticity for the antique clock Benny had gotten rid of.

Trying to make conversation, he asked, "Are you here for work or school?" Chewing my pastry, I decided to tease him. "I’m running away from a wedding." He choked slightly, staring at me in absolute disbelief. I couldn't help but laugh out loud. He gave me a thumbs-up. "Brave move. High risk, high reward." I grinned and returned the gesture. "You’re not so bad yourself." Just as the words left my mouth, a raspy voice called out from a short distance away. "Grace." Hearing that familiar voice froze me in place. I looked up to see Daniel standing a few paces away.

The moment Jacob realized he had called out the wrong name yet again, he visibly froze. He scrambled to correct himself in panic and stared at me, hesitating for two seconds before finally squeezing out, "Anya, will you?" I could only manage a bitter, helpless smile. This was our mating ceremony. Yet, even now, the name that still slipped past Jacob's lips was "Anna". Looking at Jacob, I could see the sheer panic in his eyes. I knew he wanted to explain himself.

Hell, she could probably snap Spider in half with her perfectly-manicured baby finger. “Liam,” he said, his voice shaky even to his own ears. “But everyone calls me Spider.” He took a deep breath, bracing himself for impact, trying to forget the one and only man who’d ever called him Liam, knowing that that man was impossible to forget, and even more impossible to avoid talking about here and now. “OK, guys. Hit me with it, whatever it is.” Tex gave him a slow, lazy grin. “You’re a fan of the bandaid approach, huh, Spider? Just rip it on off in one go?”

And where was I, was this some kind of limbo for the dead. Ava. The call came again and this time I was sure it wasn't some figment of my imagination. Something or someone was calling out to me in this darkness. "Hello, is anyone there? I called put hating how squeaky my voice sounded, like that of a terrified mouse. Again, silence before the voice called out again. Ava. I stood up from the ground in haste, since it was pitch black I wasn't sure what my environment looked like. "Is anyone there?" I called out again a little bit more composed than the last time