All Chapters of The Paranormals: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

NEW CANADAMay, 2023The cloud were clear and the atmosphere a serene ground until the sudden blare of sirens. Heavy Vehicles threading the watery path that led to Chef McCarthy's restaurant. One of New Canada's biggest and finest. Once the convoy came to a solemn halt, the restaurant exploded into a horde of reporters. Surrounding the executive car that beheld a dignitary. The Mayor of New Canada, Mrs. Hillary. Dangling their cameras and shoving their microphones to her presence heavily guarded by her security. Hefty and stern looking in expression as they accompanied her into the restaurant with the watchdogs shut outside.  A tiny smile arched on Collins lips as he enjoyed the scenery from the opposite roadside. His clothing were a dashing all black and so was his objective. Hooded Bomber Jacket and a fitted pair of jeans complemented with boots. He studied his environmen

NEW YORK 2020Marcus emerged into his family's home only to be greeted by Paul Mauriat's Love is Blue his father beautifully played on the piano. Mother was rightly seated beside Father, smiling and swaying her hair to the melodious tune Father orchestrated. A bright smile played on Marcus's lips as he strolled towards them, secretly admiring their love bond for each other. His Father was a Pianist and his mother, a movie Director, there were times he wondered how they met or how their love story even began. Either ways, he wasn't ready to listen to those tales yet. All he wanted was to share his good news with his beloved family."Oh eh, our boy is back!" Father chirped with a bright grin while mother stood up to him, giving a tight hug."Tell me, how did it go?" She asked, with their faces in expectation for an optimistic answer. Marcus dined with silence for minut

NEW CANADAThe lakefront were a dazzling multitude of dignitaries. Several powerful people in politics and those who ventured in highly successful businesses. They were all dressed formally yet elegantly as glasses of champagne danced between their fingers. While they engaged in conversations that dealt with their profession. The moon hung perfectly amidst the starry night, gleaming it's beauty across the silver ripples of the lake. Where swans gently toured about. The music was a perfect group of orchestra, playing classic tunes to which Collins swayed his head too. He adjusted his tux briefly as he toured amidst the people. His hair were low and wavy, his smile charming and his overall appearance were that of an irresistible stunning young man. One would hardly know, he was a thief in disguise. As he scooped a glass of Champagne off the men servers that toured, all he thought of was how to rob these stupidly rich elites without getting c

"Now that the family is complete," Doctor Roberts announced with a smile as he watched the large Nano-LED TV, displaying Collins and Michael join the rest of his invitees. "Brief me on my guest again, Rita." He added, while his Personal Assistant stood by his side, tapping her Droypad which displayed detailed information."Marcus Robbins, twenty five year old and a citizen of New Canada." She paused. "Occupation, Pianist."  He nodded."Theodore Wolfhard, twenty five year old and citizen of Rivernea. Occupancy, Lumberman and an interior designer.""Lola Daramola, twenty three years old. Citizenship, Republic of Africa. Occupation, Doctor.""Collins Adenuga, nineteen years old. Citizenship, Republic of Africa. Occupation, None." He noticed the hesitation that briefly appeared on her countenance."According to confidential information from the military sources of Rivernea, he

In just one day of meeting Doctor Roberts, his life changed. He had travelled places he never thought of. New Canada and Republic of Africa. His loner life as a lumberman transformed into an helpless agent of The Shining. Let alone, the so called team he was getting acquainted with. He found Marcus for example, as one not mature enough; always sensitive to Collins taunts and sarcasm. Collins and Michael on the other hand, were self-centered idiots he was certain he couldn't get along with. Then there is Lola, the beautiful lady in whom he found reasonable and mature. The only one that remained a mystery was little Ariel.  He glanced at her briefly. There she was, seated inches away from him outside listening to her headset and enjoying the evenings serenity. In all the hours she's shared with them, she had not spoken a word. Just quiet with an expression he couldn't quite depict. It was this quietness and young stature