Hypnotized Stories Novels & Stories

Her mouth was slightly open, her lips quivering as if she would cry. It was only then that I realized both my arms were above my head with my knees bent sideways, like in a classic ballerina pose. “What the fuck?” I growled as I went back to lower my arms and straighten up my stance. “Tell me you cannot be hypnotized!” She said, but I saw a flicker of worry on her face. “I made you dance ballet! And that is just a simple one where you are not aware of what is happening until your senses come back. But there is a more dangerous one, in which you are subconsciously doing what they want you to do or believing what they want you to believe, and that one never goes away!” She was talking in one b

Counselors told ghost stories with dramatic voices, making the younger kids squeal and cling to each other. I sat cross-legged on the ground, Daniel right beside me. His knee brushed mine every time he shifted, and though I told myself it was nothing, I couldn’t stop noticing it. I tried to keep my eyes on the fire, but my gaze kept slipping sideways. The glow of the flames painted his face in sharp lines his jaw, the curve of his nose, the easy way his lips curved into a smile when he laughed at a silly story. My heart did that flip again, stronger this time. I swallowed hard, staring at the fire as if it could distract me.

And she took the bait; I was correct… She came to the private suite dressed in red, and that drink I offered her had just a touch of a scientifically unapproved substance. It wasn’t poison; it was a hypnotic blend crafted to warp the mind, to fold perception until all you do is momentarily tell the truth and believe whatever you were told. With it, the figure before you disappears into a blur; the person tells you what image to picture, and then you will see the image standing before you. Whatever they say, you believe. And every answer you give… it is your soul stripped bare. So when she sat across from me in that red Dior gown, blurred and dizzy, her eyes desperate but bound by the drug’s

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

“I remember I was chucked in the pool in Magaluf, I nearly…” “Drowned? You weren’t and you didn’t. We gave you that story. You’ve been coming here every month for the last twenty years. You don’t know you do it; it’s an impulse we’ve programmed in you. Every time you’re here we hypnotise you into believing you’ve done these things; refresh the images we want you to remember. Then we wipe the visit so that when you get home its as if you’ve never left. Otherwise you might do something extremely regrettable.” My mind was reeling; this was kidnapping, mind control, mad…definitely illegal.

“I never asked questions. I don’t even know him. He offered a large sum of money and we were having financial difficulties with your father. I didn’t tell your father and I couldn’t deny the money. I wrote the story myself and kept it.” “I don’t understand,” Ludo said. “After you had showed interest in writing. An idea struck me, I started taking hypnosis classes from a good friend of mine at the hospital.” “Hypnosis?” “Yes and that’s how I fed you the whole idea but trust me, it wouldn’t have worked if your mind was against it. You accepted it, made it your own and wanted it to be written.” “All those nights we sat together. That’s what was happening. The soft music and all?” Ludo’s hand we

Gray like a five-dollar whore on a Saturday night. First of all, going under hypnosis took longer that it should have, as though Chrissie's brain told her to stop looking for things that weren't there. Once she'd finally been relaxed and compliant, her mind refused to give any extra information from the last time. It didn't want to be bothered, and no one could figure out why.

The good news was that he did find a condition similar to that of Sienna’s. But the bad news was that the word that was written there made Dr. Watte feel a chill in his heart. ‘Incurable.’ This kind of psychedelic hypnosis would cause a person to fall asleep and experience the most painful moments of their life over and over again in the dream world. The weaker a person’s willpower was, the weaker the effect. On the contrary, those with strong willpower would be affected a hundred thousand times more! And Sienna belonged to the latter!

“I never asked questions. I don’t even know him. He offered a large sum of money and we were having financial difficulties with your father. I didn’t tell your father and I couldn’t deny the money. I wrote the story myself and kept it.” “I don’t understand,” Ludo said. “After you had showed interest in writing. An idea struck me, I started taking hypnosis classes from a good friend of mine at the hospital.” “Hypnosis?” “Yes and that’s how I fed you the whole idea but trust me, it wouldn’t have worked if your mind was against it. You accepted it, made it your own and wanted it to be written.” “All those nights we sat together. That’s what was happening. The soft music and all?” Ludo’s hand we

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.