Zak Bagans Book I Am Haunted Novels & Stories

she said, suspecting that she was played at. “Yeah, I can.” “Wait, is this a joke? Because you have to stop, Harvey is serious when he said that he is coming for your family.” “Helena, I can read that.” Zac said with conviction. Helena’s jaw dropped. There is no way that a new sin-eater can read this mythological book. In the hands of the unworthy, they will regret even touching it. It will cause them immense pain and death instantly. Who is Zac and why is he like this journal ,a mystery?

"Please make yourself comfortable while I go check on our patient." After Petra left, Zack looked around the room. He found it quite cozy and comfortable, perfectly according to his taste. He decided to take a look at some of the books that were stored on the shelves. They were all about curses and psychic abilities, which he found interesting as he had never studied such things before.

I pulled on a pair of rubber gloves and placed my hand on the victim’s rigid forehead. Then I closed my eyes. The cold sensation climbed up from my fingertips. The vision began dark. In the memory, Amelia Fernandez was kneeling on the ground, trembling all over. In front of her sat a woman in a white lab coat and gold-rimmed glasses. The woman held out an ice pick, her voice gentle and low as she said, "Put it in. Your husband's loan-shark debt can only be settled once you’re dead. "You're useless. This is the only thing you can do for him.

but I was only stunned again with a sudden thud. "Ahhhh!" I just froze while hiding behind the countertop. What the f*ck! Am I really haunted?! Why me?! Sh*t, I still don't know how to pray! Got up, Aricka, no one else will help you but yourself, I told myself. Am I right? I have to look at what's causing that noise, because maybe it's just a rat. That's right, I'm going to stand up. Although my knees were shaking, I forced myself to stand up and slowly approach the bed. The first thing I saw was my bag was already on the floor, it was open and my belongings, including the book, were scattered. I let out a sigh.

“I told you, at the Pumpkin Park on Saturday by some creepy guy in a hood!” “Who you say is dead now.” “Exactly!” “And you just thought, ‘hey, I should take a book from a dead guy’ whose body just happened to vanish right in front of you!” “Oh, well you're not the one who was being terrorised by a fucking pumpkin...!” Jake felt the book stir in his hand. He held it out and watched the symbol on the cover begin to glow. “Still think it's a prank?” Jake went on, “why does it have a pentagram symbol on it, though?”

I managed to sit down and sat up neatly, with my back leaning against the headcover of the large bed, to realize that I was inside a gallant room that made me swallow a lump several times. "You okay?" The man next to me asked again. I lost myself for a while because at first I was fascinated by the place. Secondly, I was distracted by the presence of this person beside me right now, and third is, my mind was still processing what happened to me right after I fainted outright at the front gate of Zeurion City, and I can't remember what happened next. Then someone came inside the room where I am right now.

"Damn it, Shanks, stop!" My legs carried me down the corridor past the office area and down the stairs. I didn't know exactly where I was going, but I knew if I didn't move I would just burst. The monsters that killed my parents ... they were still alive! How could fate do this to me? Why were these beasts allowed to breathe while the people who gave me my life lay underground and slowly crumbled to dust? It was … My foot slipped on the bottom step of the stairs. I bent over and didn't fall because I quickly grabbed the banister.

If you don't pull the brakes in time, he'll break you. Too late. I was already broken, broken the day I watched my parents get killed by these monsters. Look, Gracy, the funny dog. I called it plush because it looks so plush. Sighing, I headed for the bus stop, sank into the lattice seat of the bus shelter and pushed my hair behind my ears. Why couldn't these pictures finally disappear? Why did they keep haunted my head today? I had to watch a man die. So what? It happened every day. It didn't affect others like that either. So why me?

The only sound was their footfalls; echoed from the stone of their surroundings. William watched the light dance around them and decided if ever a place would be haunted, this was it. They passed a room that clearly served as the holding cell. It stood empty and stale with disuse. It reeked of impending madness; the opening yawning before him like an omen.

The human side of me or rather the nonhuman side is fighting with the hungry demon which lives inside of me. While I'm trying my best to see Daniel as one of my peers, Aurora won't remove the image of him helplessly clinging on to me with my teeth sunk deep in his neck in my head. As disgusting as that might sound to anyone else including me on a normal day, it's exciting a whole lot of my other side. I don't know how long I can hold myself back. "Excuse me." I tear my gaze away from Daniel at the sound of Amelia's voice. She's with her sisters and their presence seems to silence Kevin and his boys.