Zak Bagans Book I Am Haunted Novels & Stories

“When I broke up with Rian, this dark and heavy thing began to surround me in my dreams, and I've felt it from time to time ever since. I just realized that the same dark thing only disappeared when I began having hallucinations of Rian" “Well, that’s both bad and useful news sis. I checked every letter you sent, and I found a book online that had the same words. A cult member posted a few pages of the book and they matched the ones on the letters. I think your ex is part of that cult, and he’s the one haunting you”.

It's going to be a short work. 4. It's the author's first attempt at horror and this kind of genre. Apologies if it sounded like a comedy, I'm not trying to make it a comedy. Pinky promise. 5. Author has many more works, check out her website, Youtube, discord and all for more. Insanity is her inspiration. 6. This is a collab work with Goodgrief Sausagepen. Goodgrief is the Main Writer.

Trying to remember how to get back to my room proved to be a trying task and it took me a few minutes to find the right path in the maze of hallways that was Cain's home. After I finally found my bedroom, I unpacked my suitcase, sent Zak a text to tell him I had arrived and was safe, and then took a shower. In a fresh set of pajamas, I sat down in front of the fire I had started in the fireplace and took my grandfather's books out of my bag. After Jai had made a comment about them that morning on the train, I had stowed them away in the bottom of my bag. Opening the book on Lycanthropy, I tried to read it but I couldn't concentrate.

That night, Zach guarded Zelle right next to her room, and in his dream for that night was the memory he will never forget. It was a year after Zelle had just lost her memories. Zach and Aaron just moved into the mansion to play with her. Zach saw the quiet little girl reading a black book under the huge tree. "Zelle, what are you reading?" Zelle did not respond and continued to read the ‘fairytale’ book while ignoring him. Zach sat next to her and tilted his shoulder over to hers to take a look at what she was reading about. That surprised him instead!

A moment later, Amira stepped into the room and Zalakai let out a whistle. "Me oh my. May I?" He extended his hand out to it. Amira hesitated as she looked at Willow. The Witch shrugged and nodded for her to go on. Amira passed over the book to Zalakai, who ran his fingers over the cover as if he was familiar with it. "Now, how did you end up here, of all places?" "Do you know this book?" Aiden asked him. "Know it?" Zalakai gave a small laugh. "Boy, I was there when it was written." He flipped it open and skimmed through the empty pages. "Ah, she was good, that one. No soul on Earth could read it unless it is a direct descendant."

Like a brainless machine, I pick the bag off the floor with trembling fingers and back myself against the nearest wall. ​I press my back to it, eyes darting around in utter terror as people continue to walk by undisturbed. Their blurred outlines made my skin crawl at the unwelcome reminder of the incident. I hold Sassy closer to me, my shoulder simmering with discomfort. I try breathing through my lips but only feel choked when doing so, a phantom hand wrapped around my neck to keep me pinned. The pain paired itself with the one caused by my anxious heart, which bangs against my ribs for escape.

The pain in my neck was a clear reminder that I couldn’t handle any more violence from these people. My footsteps were silent against the cold, hard floor as I trailed behind them. The corridors were dimly lit, casting long shadows that seemed to dance with malevolent intent. This was the first time I could actually set my eyes on the hallways and corridors of this big manor. Every corner I turned felt like stepping deeper into a labyrinth with no escape. I had no idea how the maids got around in the house.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

“Man, you should get laid. You spend so much time on your computer reading shits.” “You don’t know who Loch Arkaig, do you?” Lyon looked offended. “Why do I care? He’s long dead by now.” “You two stop,” Zack interjected them before he turned his focus back to me. When I opened the torn page, I sighed helplessly. “Fuck.” “What is it?” Finally, Shadow got my attention. I showed it to her. The torn page was unrelated to Elder Aciano’s search, but the Pagan writings seemed interesting enough.

Rows of towering bookshelves stretched into the gloom, filled with books bound in leather that looked suspiciously like skin. "Where do we start?" I whispered, overwhelmed. "Section X," Killian said, walking straight to the back. " The Anomalies." We spent hours pulling books. The Red Moon of 1402. The Feral Plague. The Betrayal of the South. Dust coated my fingers. My back ached. But I kept reading. "Here," Killian said suddenly. His voice was tight. I rushed over to the table where he was standing. He had a massive, crumbling book open.