Hysteria Novels & Stories

“‘In Salem, in 1692, a large group of teenage girls suddenly fell ill. Most of them lapsed into a fit of hysteria, and screamed out that they had been attacked by witches. Many of these girls went so far as to name the witches who were afflicting them. “Because their illnesses were so mysterious, and because many of these girls died suddenly and there was no other explanation for it, the townspeople fell into a frenzy. They hunted down the people accused of witchcraft. “It is worth noting that, to this day, no one has ever been able to determine the nature of the illness that struck these girls, or why they were all struck by such hyst

"I'll face the death penalty if ever I don't clean my name that quickly, and it reminded me of that nightmare called Regio." Regio. As soon as I heard him say it, my head began to hurt. Zacharias rushed over and assisted me in taking my medications as soon as I observed white spots in my vision causing my eyes to expand. Panic was also contrasted in his eyes. He was scared of even causing her small harm. Even if it's a slight panic attack. Even if it's just a small wound or just a scratch, he's scared that he'll be the cause of it. He's scared to wreak havoc on her again.

Hayden mumbled underneath his breath finding Lily's medical condition. "She's been diagnosed with fainting spells, medically known as Vasovagal syncope." Hayden read out understand that this must be the actual reason why she had been fainting so much. But why would she keep it from them? Maybe she was not ready to tell them as yet? Or maybe it was just none of there business. "What is Vasovagal syncope?" Hunter asked the nurse that stood there watching there every move without leaving. Maybe it was best to ask the nurse beside him than search it on the internet.

“The Lord shall direct you all as I go on my sabbatical. Now, let us pray.” Eyes all around the room shut and I did the same. However, my mind was haywire, my body taut and in my mind's eyes, those green eyes were still staring at me. Easy Yasmin. Don’t panic. All you need to do is explain. Explain that you are on your period and everything should be fine. My breathing was short and shallow. The pain in my uterus was still gnawing at me and now my stomach was churning from anxiety. My eyes fluttered open and closed and my fingers began to tremble.

She was dying to ask about this. Dana didn’t hide anything; Kim was an adult, painful as it was, she had the right to know. Kim felt relieved after Dana told her about the accounts from the hypnosis. “So, I am really not a nymphomaniac or a bad person, right?” She asked expectantly as she held onto Dana’s hand. “No, you are not. Also, a nymphomaniac is also not a bad person. They also have a sickness, its just that their problem is due to a disturbance in the mind rather than a physical part of the body.”

it played a huge part that led to the girl's death. I finally lost it when Kyra was meant to pour me another round of tea. Kyra, unlike Penelope, had essential tremor. It was a nervous system disorder that caused rhythmic shaking. I had almost fought with my father when he appointed her as my maid, but all my father preached to me about was fairness and impartiality regarding people with disabilities.

I told her. “Seems you have selective amnesia, a sort of dissociative amnesia. It does happen, especially after a traumatic event. I’m sure it’ll come to you, just give it time,” she waved her hand dismissively and I instantly didn’t like her. “Let me go home,” I stood up and my knees buckled. The beautiful woman, Aria, caught me before I fell and helped me back onto the cot. “Please be careful, I couldn’t bear if something else happened to you,” she told me sweetly.

“Veronica is manipulative, yes, but she wouldn’t stoop that low.” I stare at him. “You can’t be serious.” He looks up, and eyes me cooly. “Athena, you’re under a lot of stress. Hormones and paranoia are understandable given the situation.” My mouth drops open. “Hormones? You think this is because of my hormones?” Xander’s jaw tightens. “Calm down.” “Don’t you dare tell me to calm down!” I shout. "You actually think that because I’m pregnant, I’m imagining things? That I’m hysterical?”

Eventually, I stopped and tapped the spine of a book, The Interpretation of Dreams by Sigmund Freud. "I thought Freud's views had been pretty much discredited these days." I had the faintest hint of a northern accent. "He couldn't tell the difference between hysteria and epilepsy." "It wasn't one of his best calls." He pointed to the chair and I folded myself down into it, with my knees facing sideways toward the door. Apart from Dr. Bobby's notes, there was very little paperwork on my file. He had the original referral, neurological scans, and a letter from a GP in North London. These mentioned "disturbing nightmares" and a sense of being "out of control."

Noise erupted in the building, making my head a mess of chaos. My hands were shaking in rage. Her. She did it. I saw her coding style. I knew it was her. I immediately tracked her location. Then I called her. Her confidence amused me. But the fact that she was fake pissed me off. I declined the call, and planned not to call her again. I thought I had survived last five years with noise. I would survive five more until Romeo forced me to visit the psychiatrist. “Signor Galante, if it continues like this, it’s dangerous.” The psychiatrist named Elizah said, folding her hands on the desk. “Severe hyperarousal at this level can lead to cardiac strain, psychotic breaks, or total nervous collapse.