Romans & histoires Gaslight

“You can’t just trap people like that! That’s ILLEGAL! There are… building codes!” The house hummed. Slow. Deliberate. Condescending. “Oh my God,” I groaned. “You’re doing this on purpose. You’re actually trapping me here like some Victorian chaperone because you don’t trust me to deal with my emotions.” The lights brightened. “Yes.” I threw my hands up. “Great. Amazing. Perfect. My house is gaslighting me.” A loud metallic buzz rattled the pipes. “I HEARD THAT!” I turned back to Lucien.

, She sighed before falling at loss of words. She couldn't say anything more and yet his evil eyes were now narrowed trailing her from head to toe. Right she knew it herself that she was stubborn and disobedient but at this time she couldn't make it, just his glare was making her tremble in response. It was unnerving it was like he was undressing her with his eyes.

My mind wanted to drift to the thought of Dave but I blocked it out. Just then, I heard the door of the sitting room opening, I sprang up on the bed to check it out. Are they back already? But grandma said they won't be coming back early. With curiosity, I slowly walked down the stairs. I peeped around the sitting room but the place was quiet. Wait! Am I hallucinating? Just then I heard a creepy sound in the kitchen, without second thought I took the vase on the table to smash whatever it was. I tiptoed slowly not to let the intruder know I was behind.

Already they had a stock of rum and were mumbling old stories between themselves. It took them back. The simple pleasures that had eased the hardship of the sea and they could push away all thoughts of malicious presences even if they couldn't forget. They could never forget. As the smoke rose the mist copulated with it, forming unpleasant faces if they looked hard enough. Lloyd pulled his eyes away as he caught sight of one. A distorted skull, grinning at him. And however much he tried to convince himself otherwise, he knew it was watching him.

Am I going crazy then? “You’re not going crazy, Alice” Gabriel said, a deep chuckle erupting from him making the hair on my body stand on end. What is going on? “We are werewolves, Alice. We can read minds… it’s called Telepathy. Plus, I can easily read you from the expression on your face” Someone pour ice water on me. And why is the scent from Gabriel getting stronger and why am I feeling so attracted to him even though I just met him? Oh,no. He must have heard that too.

The room was dim and quiet, covered in the warm, amber glow from the antique lamp on Kaelyn’s nightstand. Moonlight slipped in through the cracked windowpane, casting soft silver lines across the wooden floorboards. Kaelyn sat on her bed, hugging her knees, her mind spinning in frantic circles that refused to stop. The silence was pressing, thick with an invisible tension that made the air harder to breathe. Somewhere in the depths of the mansion, the weight of Lila’s death still lingered like a ghost that refused to leave.

It looked like Vandyke controlled a section of the media and now everyone was gaslighting me into thinking that what I saw wasn’t real. “Oh, cool, maybe I was hallucinating but don’t you remember when he heard everything we whispered at the club?” I tried one last time to let her see what I was seeing but she shook her head, “That must have been lip reading, don’t you know about that?” She got up and went to the baby’s cot to lay Steph down. “Werewolves do not exist, baby girl. If that man invited you to his house then that’s a good sign, keep up the good work and you’ll be in his bed soon.”

: "Residence Security System: Conti Apartment - Master Bedroom - Lights OFF." The words "Lights OFF" pulsed on the screen, a brutal, undeniable verdict. The room tilted violently. A strangled cry escaped me. I barely made it to the powder room off the foyer before I was violently sick, retching until there was nothing left but bile and tears. I slumped against the cold marble wall, gasping.

he cackled, and she removed her hand from his in anger. “Dream on.” Her words were sharp with intense hatred. She stood up and found her way to the other side of the room while he adjusted his robe with an evil smile on his face. He has succeeded in gaslighting her and buying some time with her. “Don’t worry. You are safe with me until you say the word.” He stated, and she turned to ask him what he meant by the word. His eyes lit up with the question, and his hands found their way to the table before him as he clasped them together. The line of his lips began to curl into a smirk as he locked his gaze with hers.

Every light in the room flared white-hot, and the device spoke, its voice cutting through the moment like a blade: > “I SEE YOU.” They broke apart instantly, both turning toward it. And just like that, the danger was real again. The words hung in the air like smoke—thick, suffocating, impossible to ignore. > "I SEE YOU." Mara froze. The motel room’s dim light seemed suddenly hostile, every shadow stretching into something with teeth. Reese stepped in front of her instinctively, the pistol up, eyes on the device. The small black cube on the dresser pulsed with an unnatural rhythm. Its glow shifted from soft white to deep crimson, bathing the peeling wallpaper in bloodlight.