Hallucinations Novels & Stories

He is also him. Vireo's muddled mind gradually came to his senses. After he had woken up, he suddenly felt that it was all a hallucination just now. It was a hallucination created by his brain disease. Just like that, he suddenly was not able to see himself anymore. Where was he, himself who was still laying on the bed, earlier on? Where had he gone? Why was he not able to see himself anymore? Where was he at that moment? He had no idea where he was. He suddenly felt very sleepy and tired. He felt that he had no strength at all. He even felt that he was almost about to lose consciousness.

“Before the accident, she was drugged with hallucinogen, could it affect her perception to reality?” “Possible, with the intake of hallucinogen, it may create hallucination, which is the perception in the sensory stimulation that is confused with reality. However, in her case, as you have said, what she has in her memory was the memory you also remembered. Therefore, she is not confused of the reality. What we have to check was her personality in the middle, as your wife before the accident.” Diego explained.

I scream and push him away. My head is bursting with pain and I rub my forehead, wanting the pain and the images to fade away. The images..... A boy__a boy with me, in the blunt images, laughing and smiling, my father talking and chatting with him, we eating dinner together, Emilia raising eyebrows at him..... And my fingers brushing his lips..... And suddenly I see his face, smiling.... I realize I'm not floating anymore. Then, everything goes black. I collapse.

I boiled the milk for you and just came inside to give you the hot chocolate. "You can go now." Amara ordered her when the girl began to gawk at her suspicious. She walked out shutting the door behind her. Was she being delusional? Did she need a psychological treatment? Was her mind playing games with her? Amara ran her hands on her face and neck in consternation and felt the sting around her throat. This was only her hallucination. She tried to convince herself again and walked to the mirror. But to her decimal display she found the red finger marks holding her to a frightening shock.

The villagers were so confused while talking to each other. “Our chief has ordered his men to scatter hungry rats in my fields and he has also ordered them to put black mushrooms in my well. It can make a person feel anxious, hallucinate, frightened, and can make him crazy if he eats it. That's why you all have hallucinations and have nightmares every night.”

It’s been haunting me for days, Mom said I was hallucinating but that can’t be possible, I am sure am not hallucinating. Today when I walked out of the bathroom I saw or should I say I thought I saw a creepy-looking creature, I almost fainted when I saw that. I know I’m not hallucinating or going crazy, I know what I saw and a voice keeps telling me to listen to the rhythm. I have no idea what that means..… mom’s calling me gotta go. Dear dairy, I don’t know what to write today, mom… mom is missing, I searched everywhere but couldn’t find her…… I have no one in my life to expect from her.

" he said at the same time Allen turned his gaze to the girl he was referring to. "Hallucination. That's one of the things he experiences especially in cases like this. They think they can see us because they're still hoping to wait until now for their vision to return to normal. I've encountered a lot of this type of patient and many of them suddenly disappear because they still can't accept within themselves what they lost." Allen's response to him surprised Bon even more. He noticed that his fingers were constantly moving on his right hand as if he was restless or uncomfortable.

Waverly asked, her voice shaking. "The exact kind you have, my dear," Harold answered, setting down the stick as the fire expanded. "A deep illness with all of the symptoms you are experiencing—the most prominent is hallucinations. The men who returned…they weren't the same after. They were seeing things; things that other people couldn't." Waverly didn't believe what she was hearing. A curse? Why would someone want to curse her? Let alone someone she didn't even know. It's—unfathomable.

I looked back for a fraction of a second, but the figure had vanished into a dark gap between two driveways. I stood paralyzed for a beat, my ears straining against the howling wind. Nothing moved. Is it the therapy? The thought hit me like a splash of ice water. My therapist had warned me that hyper-vigilance from the stalking incidents could trigger auditory hallucinations when I was stressed. My mind was playing tricks on me. I was manufacturing threats in the dark. I broke into a jog, my breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps as I reached our driveway. I burst through the front door, slamming it behind me and throwing the deadbolt into place.

“No, it’s not…” David frowned, along with the members of the Red Core. “What is that supposed to be, Delta? How could such a faded picture make Mariska and Yuri hallucinate?” The woman nodded and glanced at the picture on the screen. “This is nothing but an inkblot sample that could stimulate the hallucinations. The problem is indeed inside them already. I discovered traces of high levels of certain hallucinogens inside Mariska’s blood. Some of it was on Yuri, too. I think someone is poisoning her slowly, driving her mad day by day.”