Hallucinations Novels & Stories

" She stops and cups her other hand around mine. "Please remember I thought I was alone and not myself, not in the right frame of mind. I was even hallucinating and there was no way I was being the man's so called mate, when all he wanted was a breeder." "Hallucinating? What did you see?" "I didn't see anything, I heard it .I .. I was so out of it and missing you and well I hallucinated you". "Me?" "Yep, I imagined you mind-linking with me, and I told you or well me to fuck off and"

Thang's graduation thesis, graded A+. It wasn't until then that I found out that he was a medical student. The contents of that paper shocked me. “(1) Date…month… *Symptoms: non-verbal hallucinations (percussion), which come from the outside and are heard by the ear as real sounds. *Reason: Alcohol and drugs: x Side effects of the drug: x is not taking the drug High fever, infection: x Sleep disturbance: o mild Severe stress: o Deaf or tinnitus: x

He asked raising his eyebrow " No, I'm telling you." " It's not right, and that thing will damage your mind. It creates euphoria, sedation, lethargy, and a feeling of empathy that is not based on real emotions. With high doses or chronic use, a person can suffer memory loss, difficulty paying attention, even panic attacks and hallucinations. He may feel like his senses are sharper but he will lose an accurate sense of speed or distance." I looked at him open-mouthed

, Prathvik resonated the point with Dua. Dua knew what Hallucination was. Hallucination was a perception of having seen, heard, touched, tasted, or smelled something that wasn't actually there and it was simply affected by visions or imaginary perceptions Visual hallucinations were also one of the fifth hallucinations that involved seeing things that were not there. Dua shook her head negatively. "Do you think that I am seeing a person or creating something impossible in my head", Dua asked as she was shocked by Prathvik's words because she was damn confident that Tisha was present there.

I cut him off again. "I'm seeing things that are making me panic. It's probably because of the concussion. The flashback. That dream. It's all caught up inside my head." I blabbered. "I see creepy guys stalking me everywhere." "Wait, what?" He asked. I covered my face with my hands. "I'm hallucinating things. I'm definitely going crazy." I murmured. "But-" I interrupted him for the third time. "It must be because of those pills I took. They must be causing them." I said.

A woman fights, two men flanking her side, as she takes down her enemies. The hallucination becomes more vivid the longer the air swirls, activating all of my senses. The putrid, leather scent of burning flesh fills my nostrils, as if I am there. Screams of agony fill my ears, leaving me breathless, searching for the sound. Anxiety makes me queasy, my stomach rolling in my gut as the images spin, more invading my mind, with a vengeance. The intensity becoming too much, my dinner from earlier threatening to return, until it’s all over. Stopping with an unexpected abruptness, making my stomach lurch into my throat. Breathing in and out, I steady the nausea, thankful that dinner didn’t find its

“How do you figure out if someone has a mental problem? What tests do you do?” “No, that’s not necessary.” The doctor smiled and shook his head. “Ms. Freeman, it might just be a psychological issue. When someone loses their sight, their other senses can become sharper. But it’s only to a normal level. Sometimes, people think they’re sensing more than they actually are.” “What do you mean?” “It can lead to hallucinations.” “Why does that happen?” “They’re similar to dreams. What you think about during the day can affect your dreams at night. You might be experiencing something like that.”

Sienna remained silent for a moment, letting me talk. “It’s not… it’s not that I’m crazy. I… I know what’s real and what’s not… or at least I thought I did.” My knuckles tightening against the wooden surface. “But it felt… it felt so real.” Sienna nodded slowly. “Vivid dreams can be a symptom of trauma… stress… or even a neurological condition.” She opened her notebook again and flipped through a few pages. “Some people experience something called ‘hypnagogic’ or ‘hypnopompic’ hallucinations, when they’re falling asleep or waking up.”

"And distorting the reality around him." As Boom ran in circles in the labyrinth, he began to see terrifying hallucinations. The images of fish tanks full of money and profits he had been chasing now turned into tanks full of bloated human corpses floating inside. The eyes of the corpses stared at him blankly, as if accusing him of his greed! "No! It's not real!" Boom screamed. He slammed into the glass again in a fit of madness. Blood seeped from the wounds on his face, but he didn't feel any pain.

But my body says otherwise. The dull ache in my lower region had not faded, nor had the fragmented memories of the night before-the laughter, the thrum of music, the burn of alcohol down my throat, the press of hands that had felt both strange and intimately familiar. A phantom heat clung to my skin, and I hated myself for shivering at the thought of it. Hallucination, the doctor had said. Delusion, the chart had implied. I pressed my palms against my temples, my teeth grinding together. "No," I whispered to myself. "It was real."