Zak Bagans Book I Am Haunted นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Right then and there, I made a decision and requested time off from my boss. Although he wasn’t thrilled about it, he reluctantly agreed. Which led to this conversation: “Mom, I work at a haunted hotel. The benefits are amazing. They’ve got cockroaches with thirty eyes, dogs with eight heads, and all sorts of bizarre game bosses…” “Are you messing with me? What kind of nonsense is that? There’s no such place in the world!” “It’s true,” I insisted. “If you don’t believe me, I’ll bring the employment contract tomorrow. For now, just rest and get ready for your surgery tomorrow.”

I wasn’t sure if it was real, or another memory the miasma was forcing me to see. My heart hammered hard as I stepped closer. Something shifted at the base of the trunk. A small, old, weathered brown book was partially buried in the ground. It was the same journal Maureen had written in during the visions shown by the miasma. This was the blood-soaked journal she kept in her final days in the Void. My fingers trembled as I reached for it and the leaves above me rustled. A low growl rattled the air. I barely lifted my head before a towering magical beast lunged from behind the tree, its maw open wide, teeth glistening with black venom and everything erupted into chaos.

The room wasn't fancy for a wealthy person as its owner, instead there were shelves filled with books, a table and a couch with portraits that lit up due to temperature. Zade took a book— his journal of which he made named BAMBINA. He sat on the couch and his hands— they trembled a little. A pen had been inserted in the journal, so he took it up, opened his journal. His eyes scanned through the rough lines of his writings— writing that brought back memories. Even while his hand shook, he still managed to start scribbling his words on a fresher page. His eyes held something— it held somber and his heart fought against what he was writing, but he didn't stop.

When I stepped into the hall, Jason caught my arm. “Aria....” “I’m going to the library,” I said. “There’s a book. In the restricted wing. On Binding Hungry Spirits.” He stared at me. “You can barely walk.” “I can remember,” I said. “And that’s enough.” The library was empty. I found the book hidden behind a false panel, its pages brittle, ink faded to rust. It spoke of the Hollow Revenant: born from the first soul denied burial, bound by blood-oaths, sustained by external animus.

I was so focused on the chaos outside that I never realized Scarface hadn’t actually fled with the others. Instead, he’d hidden beneath a nearby car during the confusion. At that moment, his sights were locked directly onto my head. All he had to do was pull the trigger, and he’d have a chance to become the new master of this estate. A quiet laugh escaped my lips. Did he really think I’d let that happen? Just as Scarface was about to fire, he suddenly realized the area around the car had become completely surrounded by zombies. What he still didn’t know was that alongside the foie gras, I had secretly attached a piece of raw, blood-covered meat.

Her mouth and throat were hot and dry from nervous anticipation. Past conversations with her aunt about zombies surfaced in her mind. Panic threatened to consume all reason as the movement grew closer. She did her best to focus on what she’d learned from those conversations. Her aunt had encountered a few mutants in the early years of the apocalypse. She said little about it, but Kendra could tell that whatever her aunt was forced to do had an unpleasant impact on her aunt’s soul.

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Puck disappeared into the foilage. I blinked, shook my head, then walked away in a daze. Disembowled? I shuddered. What kind of monster would tear someone's soul from their body? The books in my bag almost whispered, promising answers to my terrible questions.

One slip, and the old man would be blinded. “All right!” Aidan cried at last, his voice etched with agony. “I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you.” Kyle let him down. The old man was trembling all over. He wobbled over to his desk and pulled out a leather-bound book. He flung it across the room at Kyle. “It’s in there,” Aidan said, his voice drenched with regret. “That address will lead you to Scarlet Paine.”

Douglass accepted the challenge and looked back at Amethyst who had acted on an impulse and snatched the book from his hands. "There were two books — the book of Spells and the book of Prophecies. Why only this one?" Turning every page of the book, Amethyst investigated, narrowing her eyes at Douglass who never said anything else. Amethyst swiftly stopped turning the pages and stopped on one page that had her name written boldly at the top. Her eyes widened with unspeakable fear that attracted the attention of both Liam and Douglass. "M-my b…blood is needed for the…rebirth of the demon…?" She gasped and the book elegantly fell from her hands.