Zak Bagans Book I Am Haunted の小説・ストーリー

But destiny had other plans for me. After my last class, I found myself alone in a classroom, searching for a lost textbook. It was there that I bumped into my ex, Mason. Our breakup had been far from amicable, and the tension between us was palpable. He leered at me, moving closer, his intentions clear. My heart raced as he tried to force a kiss, his grip on my arm growing tighter. Panic surged through me, but then something inexplicable occurred. I felt a searing pain in my head as Mason slammed me against a desk. When I managed to focus, terror gripped my heart. Mason's eyes had turned a pitch-black, devoid of any humanity. His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet.

“Um… he’s a psychic.” Zoya nodded in understanding. She removed her arms from his neck and got up. Iqrar watched her silently as she started looking at the pictures he had. Most of the things in his room were scattered around and one of them was a… “Iqrar!” She called his name, selected a picture and showed it to him. His brows corrugated as he looked at it. “Spinner?” He asked, giving her attention to the girl. “What if his brother came to murder him and used this spinner on him to hypnotize him so he’d kill himself and then put the blame on Magnus?”

Entire paragraphs written like someone had lived through days and nights with this book as their only company. On the edge of one page, someone had scribbled in large bold letters: NOTE TO SELF: NEVER SUMMON A BONE SERPENT IN THE BATHHOUSE. CLEAN-UP TAKES HOURS. A laugh almost slipped out, but I swallowed it. This wasn’t just a spellbook. It was personal. I turned to the back, where one of the later pages was blank except for a single phrase written in looping script: If you’re reading this, don’t trust the quiet forests.

He felt the cold air on his skin, a sensation so intense it made him want to vomit. "Malakai?" Lyra whispered psychically. She crept forward, her golden eyes wide. "I’m... here." Malakai’s voice was a whisper. He tried to stand, but his legs were like jelly. He grabbed a rusted pipe to pull himself up. "I ate the cage, Lyra. I ate it." He looked up at the moon. It didn't feel like a god anymore. It felt like a buffet. Zack stepped over a pile of human bones in the lobby of the Marriott. He didn't flinch. He adjusted the strap of his rifle, his eyes scanning the darkness of the mezzanine.

Clark's bag that he left on the couch grabbed my attention. "Haynako(Hays), his bag is also open." I said then took it to close it but when I stopped I saw a gun inside the bag. I shook my head again because it was dangerous, when I told him not to leave the bag. "This book is diary? Z-za—" I was surprised to read a book inside this bag. I quickly took it out of the bag and looked closely, because... It was Zak's and I wasn't mistaken. "It's impossible for Clark to do this." I said while holding the book, I was really shocked at what was happening now, causing me to sit on the couch.

Shaking her head, she said, "But aren't you only like that because you idiotically accepted an accursed book from a nobody? You said, you don't even believe in ghosts before you got that." He sighed and took out the book which always appeared inside his pocket for several months now. The book was giving off a mysterious vibe due to its black worn-out cover featuring a faceless monster. He got it from a fake friend who had styled himself as a book collector. Nathan was a horror writer so he accepted the creepy book. His initial objective was only to look for more ideas and inspiration. Who would have thought the horror writer who never believed in ghost would suddenly start seeing creepy ghos

he asked, his voice careful, too careful. I looked down again, my throat closing. “I think… it’s real and I don’t know what to do with it.” For a moment, neither of us moved. The only sound was the faint crackle of the lantern. My fingers curled against the edge of the table, nails biting into the wood. Zack finally exhaled, stepping back slightly, giving me space. “Then we’ll keep looking, see if it says more.” I nodded, though my chest ached. My hands shook as I pulled more books toward me. Some were useless…writing on war tactics, stories of long-gone packs. Others hinted at strange rituals, forbidden spells nothing else as clear as that single line.

I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling while my thoughts spiraled as they often did these days. Several days had passed since my encounter with that bloody Vampire. Zachary fucking Ammon. While we'd been evenly matched on our first encounter, he'd wiped the floor with me the second time around and I was ashamed to admit that it terrified me. He must have gotten some sort of power boost this time. One I couldn’t quite name but could testify to its effects. That was very worrisome. I needed to formulate a plan to handle him once and for all, but I couldn’t do that without more information.

Zain turned silent looking ruefully at his master who wasn't showing any signs of alarm . " If its out there , its out there " said the high priest " we have no idea where and whom to search , and taking a stroll down that girl's memory lane ( 'that's rude ' said Zain) I found out a lot " ignoring Zain , the high priest commented . " I believe someone already has the book of tenebris , spilling blood of innocents , using the magic of puppeteer, locking a soul in someone's unconsciousness , if All of these ain't from that book , then you be my master "

"I know what I'm about to say will sound unbelievable, but I hope that you can listen to me patiently till the end." I sat across from them before spilling the beans about my rebirth in a few broad strokes. "In three hours, the zombie outbreak will begin. I hope that we can survive the apocalypse this time as a family." My voice gradually became choked up. When I remembered the three solitary years I had spent in my previous life, all I could feel was pain and loneliness overwhelming me. The experience of being bitten to death in my previous life still haunted me. The pain of losing my family almost broke me down during the start of the apocalypse. This time, I would not let them leave me no