Gaslight Novels & Stories

Thinking about this made Renee's body tremble uncontrollably, just as it had in her past life. Carl's hand paused. A dark tide surged in his eyes, instantly extinguishing his interest. He pushed her away. Renee curled into a ball, desperately trying to control her fear. Carl lowered the car window and leisurely lit a cigarette. The tobacco smell filled the car as he smoked. His blood-red jade ring gleamed menacingly in the darkness. Under the streetlight, he smiled, looking particularly gloomy. His gaze was lazy, like a blunt knife scraping against Renee's skin.

another added. As my mother's face turned ghostly white, all she could do was shake her head in denial. "I didn't, I really didn't..." Samuel's eyes landed on the gold bracelet on her wrist, and the tension thickened. His eyes blazed with fury. "Seriously? The fat check wasn't enough for you? Now you're after Yocelyn's gold bracelet too?!" He lunged forward and snatched the bracelet with such force that my mother's skin tore, leaving a raw, bloody mess.

The dinner plate was overturned and crashed onto the floor with a piercing noise. Patrick’s hands trembled uncontrollably, his phone nearly slipping from his grasp. He roared in fury, "What the hell are you talking about? What rental apartment? Are you messing with me? Do you have a death wish?"

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the Blue Moon Pack's territory. On the balcony overlooking the vast expanse, Lark and Gabriel engaged in a conversation fraught with concern. Gabriel's anxiety was palpable, his worry etched across his face as he gazed out into the night. "Lark," Gabriel began, his voice a low murmur, "I can't shake this feeling of impending doom. Carla's jealousy and obsession with Mara are clouding her judgment. I fear she's leading us down a dangerous path."

I met my best friend Lila for wine the next night, spilling everything. “She’s playing the damsel,” Lila said, swirling her merlot. “Classic green tea move—sweet to his face, poison behind his back. And he’s eating it up.” “I don’t know what to do,” I admitted, my voice small. “He says I’m imagining it.” “That’s gaslighting,” Lila said, leaning forward. “He’s making you doubt your reality to protect his guilt. You need to call her out.” “I tried,” I said, rubbing my temples. “He thinks I’m paranoid.”

She says with a panic in her voice and tears rolling down her eyes. I'm stunned. What is she talking about? Does she not realize that I was just woken up yesterday to strangers telling me I can't remember a year of my life? Does she not understand I'm just happy to see her? Getting upset won't help anything, but I can't help feeling like something is a little off, and it's making me nervous. I can feel the darkness closing in around me. I hate this feeling, the darkness was never a constant around her, but I can feel it closing in around the edges of my mind and I am infuriated and scared at the same time. What the hell happened last year?

The next morning brought no reprieve for Arla-Rosa Hernandez. A grey fog clung to the Santon estate, draping the air in a suffocating stillness. Arla-Rosa moved through the house like a ghost. She was silent, her eyes were hollow, and her every step was calculated. She kept her head down, avoiding Gerard’s gaze, which lingered too long when she entered the room.

The master suite, once a sanctuary of modern luxury, had transformed into a battleground of ancient forces. The air was thick and stagnant, vibrating with a low-frequency hum that set the glassware to rattling. The soft, gray light of the false dawn struggled to penetrate the room, seemingly pushed back by the oppressive, murky gray radiance bleeding from Leela's chest.

No to the uh - to the uh - uh - uh. When I come back up, I’m lighter. Emptier. I unscrew the red canister and begin pouring. First the collection room. Then the hallway. Then a little splash in the living room for good measure. The gasoline soaks into the carpet like spilled truth. It’s strong. Pure. Kira is humming. "Do it. For the girl who begged him to see her. For the wolf he tried to tame." I light the match and hold it between my fingers for a beat too long.

She was lying in bed asleep unknowing of the darkness that was at the foot of her bed. She stirred, awakening from her slumber, her subconscious feeling the hard eyes staring at her. She sat up feeling uneasy as she reached for the glass of water beside her bed hands shaking as her fingers got nearer to the the glass, it dropped and smashed to the floor, water spattered all over the floor. She felt goosebumps, hair raising at the back of her neck. She gripped the blanket up to her neck and shouted, "I know you are here Hannah! What do you want from me?!" Suddenly, she felt the air getting colder and the spattered water splashing softly as footsteps are heard going near her. Slowly, the water