Hysteria Novels & Stories

The heart monitor beside the bed suddenly emitted a continuous flatline "He's slipping away! Get the defibrillator, now!" Logan ordered, his hands already pressing down on Kyle's chest to perform compressions. This was an incredibly rare, life-threatening phenomenon known in the medical world as a Traumatic Oneiric Coma. It was a psychological state where a victim's consciousness was dragged into the depths of their worst nightmare, trapping them in an endless loop of panic. Unable to break free, the mind convinced the body it was dying. Most victims suffered sudden heart failure and died within the dream, while only a few managed to survive.

"Was it a heart attack?" "No," Dr. Aris answered firmly. "This specific pattern is not a heart attack. In medical terms, this is acute stress cardiomyopathy caused by a massive, sudden surge of adrenaline and raw panic. This is the medical definition of the 'fight or flight' response. Her brain realized something terrifying had just happened, and it flooded her weak body with pure adrenaline." Prosecutor Cruz was sweating now. He stood up, shaking his head. "Objection! She could have been having a nightmare in bed! She could have been watching a scary movie! A panic attack doesn't prove she was driving!"

My body had nothing left but crucial pain. Not victory. Not gratitude. Just pain. And silence. Heat crawled over my skin like fire trapped under my bones. Sweat soaked my back, the sheets, my hairline. I tried to move, but nothing was happening. It was like I was trapped. I tried even harder but all in vain. My body turned into stone. What's happening. Panic started to crawl up my throat. I was awake, but I couldnt do anything. I was trapped in myself. I tried to shout.

“Based on our findings, Zeus is suffering from a rare syndrome—Kleine-Levin Syndrome. Symptoms usually include abnormal behavior, excessive eating, aggression... and hypersexuality.” My ears pricked up at his words, but my focus was fixed on the last term he’d said. “H-Hypersexuality?” I repeated, my voice shaky with nerves. Mr. Stanley nodded gravely. “I think you need to prepare yourself for what’s to come, Hera.“

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I froze feeling my body betraying me as I rushed to the nearest body emptying my stomach for the 5th time today. "Natalia, Are you ok?" Looking up from the toilet, I raised a brow. "Do I look ok?" I asked rhetorically, she rolled her eyes while I stood, flushing the toilet. "It must have been something I ate." "You sure it's something you ate?" I looked at Alessia immediately realizing what she was implying, I looked down at my stomach shaking my head. "No, I'm not, I couldn't be," I mumbled walking to the sink, watching my hands.

What did that even mean? “I have no idea what you're getting at,”she said to the young girl.”What are you speaking of?” “She has lived in the shadows for a long time,watching and waiting for you.” “You’re not making any sense,”Beth replied,agitation rising in her voice. “Have you not felt her Beth?Here in your home?She watches you,growing stronger every day,she wants your life and she will end it when she’s ready.” Now Beth was getting mad.Were hallucinations supposed to be this annoying?

Cho after checking her leg thoroughly. “What is a conversion disorder?” asked Eun Ji confusedly. “Post traumatic disorder” replied Lily while keeping her hand on her head. “And use more difficult words, nerd!! Can’t you see, I can’t understand!” screamed Eun Ji angrily. “Open your books sometimes then” said Lily annoyedly. “Conversion disorder is a post traumatic disorder when you are unable to control your physical responses, mostly paralysis of an arm or legs, that’s why her legs are not moving” explained Layla.

she said and held the genius' hands "what could be making you cry?" "I don't know how to say it but I'm scared of living" Juana began "What do you mean? Are you feeling suicidal?" "Not exactly but I am tired of myself. I don't know if you'll see me as a strange person just as others do, but the thing is I see things. Things I shouldn't see, and things too much for me to comprehend or bear, I can't even sleep at nights and I can't even tell anyone at home because they'd be worried" Juana stopped talking.

Where did that passion go? Crystal’s face turned an embarrassing shade of red, and she said, “I didn’t do anything to you last night, did I, dear Professor Davis? I suffer from Sexsomnia. It is a medical condition that causes me to engage in sex acts while in NREM sleep. It is not something that I can help with!” “I guess you’ll never know what happened.” Nathan laughed, and then he asked her if she would have sex with him for Mr. Ford’s sake. Crystal sighed and said that she would.