Disturbing Imagery Mga Nobela at Kwento

The thought clung to me as I shut the door behind me, my fingers trembling slightly against the handle before I locked it quickly, almost desperately, like that thin piece of metal could keep anything out. I leaned back against the door for a second, closing my eyes, trying to steady myself. “It’s nothing.” "It's just your mind." But when I opened my eyes again– The light flickered. Once. Twice. Then again, my breath caught. The room dimmed and brightened in uneven intervals, shadows stretching and shrinking along the walls, and then— I saw a distorted figure. For a split second, it looked like it wasn’t even standing properly—like it was… hovering.

What the hell was he thinking? The bloody scenes echoed in my mind over and over again. Those bloody scraps of flesh and white bones all over the floor, those slaves who were facing death and screaming in terror, and one severed head. These bloody images made my memories, which had been blurred a lot eight years ago, become clear again. These lingering memories kept flashing in my mind, making my sleep poor. I feel that my head has produced some dizzy condition, I can not get out of this state in any way. It was too unbearable.

But somehow I know I wouldn’t. Another image comes. This time, I was in front of two tombstones. The one on my right was bigger than the one on the left. Two names are written on the big tombstone, while only one name was carved on the small one. I tried my best to squint my eyes but I could not read the words. They were all blurred. Multiple images come at once. It was like people throw them all at me and I could not really see each of them. A nun was in one of the flashed images. I recognize her almost immediately. It was Sister Margareth. However, she looked younger and was not wearing her cane. The image of her was gone just as soon as it first arrived, replaced by another one. This time

My voice shakes, doesn’t sound like me. I pace again. The walls feel too close, like they’re pressing in on me. My fingers dig into my hair, tugging at the roots, pain sparking across my scalp. Anything to ground me. Anything to make the images stop. But they don’t stop. They never stop. Every time I close my eyes, she’s there. Every time I breathe, I catch her ghost in the air.

Lyra “What the…!” I instinctively stumbled backward in shock, trying to steady myself in the water. I was still waist-deep in it, the surface rippling gently around me. I blinked, confused, trying to understand what I was seeing. I realized it wasn’t actually a physical creature in front of me—it was an image. A reflection-like vision forming directly within the water. The moment I moved back further, the image instantly distorted and disappeared completely. I froze. Was I… hallucinating?

I tried to remember or clarify what image had entered my mind, but it only made my head hurt more. “Ahh!” I shouted. My head hurts even more because so many images flash through my mind. I can’t hear Paris anymore. “Damn, Ana! I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have told you! Damn! What should I do? Should I call Martin? Damn! He’ll be mad!” I closed my eyes and held my head up. “Damn! Ana!” Please, stop! I closed my eyes even tighter, but I couldn’t shake the hazy images that were entering my mind. What was that? What are the images that I have seen? “Ahh!”

I shook my head, disapproving of Antonio’s decision to keep me here, isolated and idle, when I could be out there, lending a hand and possibly making a difference. As I closed my eyes in an attempt to find some inner peace, Dima’s blood-stained face hauntingly resurfaced in my mind’s eye. The visceral image was like a recurring nightmare, an indelible mark etched onto my consciousness. The more I tried to banish it, the more it stubbornly clung to me, as if demanding my attention.

The drink makes my body feel heavy and dizzy; I couldn’t wrestle but to let the sleep take over. .. After some hours, I begin to jerk on the bed, and it’s beyond my control. I tremble on the bed, but my eyes refuse to snap open. The bones in my body vibrate like electricity, and I jerk continuously as though I’m about to die. Then I suddenly begin to see some images play in my head, causing me a severe headache, but it doesn’t stop. It comes more like a picture, like a past event that has happened in my life, because I could see a girl crying to me to stop the war. What war?

The echoes of Alpha Chul's mate's voice continued to reverberate, unsettling her deeply. Driven by a restless need to find answers, she made her way to the balcony. But just as her hand reached out to touch the railings, a rush of memories flooded her mind. She saw herself standing at a balcony without railings, gazing into the abyss beyond. Then, the scene shifted, and she entered a room, confronted by the sight of a deformed newborn with severe heart problems. The memories clashed with her sense of self, leaving her disoriented and anguished.

“In the image, you can see the areas in red that are more prevalent when we have personality disorders. In your case, no activity has been reported. Therefore, you're not at risk of dysfunction due to an injury. There is no indication that this is a mental illness. These visions may have come from other sources.” Yes, it does reassure me. “However, these red areas show activity that is above and beyond what is normal for a healthy person. 90% of the activity is found in the anterior cingulate cortex, whereas 80% is located in the visual cortex. Both of these factors contribute to your unusual behaviour. Here there is no disease implied, just that the brain is working those areas at an exagge