Hallucinations Novels & Stories

The call ended. Silas had to admit, that was uncalled for. Dr Louis could give Andy the same amount of treatment he would've given but some part of him needed a reason to see Wanda again. Reaching noon, Ward 21 was thrown into jeopardy when Andy's heart acted up. His seizure was worse than it was the first time. He was rushed into the operating room. Wanda paced back and forth at the front of the operating room where the waiting benches were. She was restless. She assured herself that Andy was in the hands of the miracle doctor; regardless, she couldn't stop worrying.

"Another patient?" Aurora sighed, playing with the straw in her glass. "Severe. One patient with acute schizophrenia. He has visual and auditory delusions almost every hour. Just this morning, he insisted that I was part of the hallucinations that were chasing him." I giggled. "Maybe you are a ghost, Ara. Showing up everywhere in a white coat like in a horror movie."

Fleeting glimpses of the shattered forest from my nightmare would flicker at the edges of my vision, the acrid stench of decay would momentarily fill the air, and the chilling echo of Jaxon’s scream would resonate in the sudden silences. These waking hallucinations were disorienting and terrifying, making it difficult to trust my own senses. Was what I was seeing real, or was it another manifestation of the entity’s insidious influence, a deliberate attempt to break my sanity and further sow chaos? The uncertainty was a constant torment, eroding my confidence and leaving me feeling increasingly isolated within my own mind.

I pulled my knees to my chest and bit down on my pillow to muffle the sounds trying to escape. Everything hurt. My bones ached deep inside. My head pounded like someone was taking a hammer to my skull. Even breathing felt difficult—each inhale scraped against my ribs. Time stopped meaning anything. Hours passed, or minutes. I couldn’t tell. The fever climbed higher, shapes in the room moving when they should’ve stayed still. And then the hallucinations started. Dominic’s face swam in front of me. Not real—I knew it wasn’t real—but I could see him anyway, standing in the corner of my room, sitting on the edge of my bed, calling my name from the hallway.

As I pant heavily, the witch’s words replays in my head: “You will suffer…a lot. Now, you are just having nightmares and sleepless nights. But soon you'll be having hallucinations with strong painful noises. You may also relive those moments you spent in the forest. I'll advise you to meet me when you begin to experience these. The pain is enough to kill anyone.” My jaw tightened. Hannah was never there in the first place. It was my hallucination. Fuvking hallucinations. So now in addition to nightmares, sleepless nights and heightened senses, I am hallucinating too? A painful chuckle leaves my lips. What else should I be antici

“Don’t move too quickly, you need to rest.” I sat up cautiously, my limbs still feeling heavy. “What happened?” “You experienced a brief episode of hallucination and disorientation, Ms Clarissa. Possibly stress-induced, but nothing actually serious,” he said. My face tightened into a grimace as I listened to his words, and the smile he wore as he spoke made me feel uneasy. I blinked. “Stress? What do you mean by ‘stress’?” I asked him. “Hallucinations are a result of so many factors, including grief, exhaustion, stress, and even dehydration. It’s not uncommon—”

"That is the instability we ssspoke of. Without the full dossse of your medicine, the hallucinations will return for a while. But you must fight them. You must learn to distinguish between your hallucinations and reality. For instance, monstersss, demonsss, they don’t exist. If you ever think you see them, know that your mind is trying to trick you, Avara.” “So, I’m going to continue seeing hallucinations and having nightmares?” “Not in the sssame level as when you would go completely off it. But a little bit. Until the end of the ritual... treatment, my dear.” I keep my eyes closed, nodding ferve

“It feels wrong. Like part of me is missing. I keep waiting for that flicker, that sense of you… and there’s nothing.” The withdrawal continued in relentless waves, crashing over us without mercy. Physical pain came first—sharp, electric jolts along my spine and behind my eyes, as if the neural pathways that had been artificially widened were now collapsing in on themselves. Then came the emotional emptiness, a gray fog that swallowed motivation and left only hollow exhaustion. But the worst were the hallucinations. They started subtly, fragments of memory bleeding into the present.

She crouched slightly so she was at their level. “It affects your mind,” she continued. “You could think someone is attacking you when they aren’t. Or feel like you’re choking, or drowning, or being hunted…” The children’s expressions shifted. Curiosity turned into unease. Tera’s brows furrowed deeply. Nate’s eyes darkened in thought. Mannie continued, “The victims would have hallucinations. And those hallucinations could be anything that could cause the victims to fight, be in fear, panic…” Her voice lowered slightly.

And they knew that whenever life brings a bad night, they’d fight through together, knowing that afterwards comes the dawn of a bright new day. At this juncture, I Chucka came back to reality.. The fantasies and hallucinations we're vague and untrue... Like I said, I brightened up my spectators. I'm coming back, stay tuned. Follow me on Instagram : @Joshyl_akor