Inanimate Insanity Episode Novels & Stories

"What's going on?" Suddenly, someone burst in from outside. "Bad news! Madam Margaret has fainted!" Margaret was in serious distress—her heart was out of rhythm, and foam was coming from her mouth. Feeling the pressure, Calvin had no choice but to leave and rush her to the hospital with Jenna. My heart felt like it was being torn apart. Margaret clung to Calvin's hand in the ambulance, her words muddled. "I wasn't lying. Clare's really dead. Calvin, please… y-you've got to find her body…"

Samantha POV The first symptom wasn’t nausea. Which annoyed me, because if I was going to have a full-blown existential crisis, I would have liked the courtesy of a recognizable trope. No, the first symptom was silence. Not the Sanctuary’s—mine. The constant background hum in my head, the mental dashboards, the threat matrices, the thousand tiny calculations that had become my new normal since the Core Protocol? They… muted. Not gone. Paused. Like something had pressed hold on reality and was waiting to see what I’d do next.

He turned, cart in hand, and left the room without a single glance in my direction. I stared at the door long after he was gone. There was something deeply off about him. More than just his silence. His eyes were blank, like something had been scrubbed clean behind them. And he moved like a ghost of a person, too perfect, too mechanical. Still, my hunger won. I was going to eat the food, I did not care if it was poisoned, I was still going to eat. The episode had just ended, and N*****x was showing previews of another show. I hit play. The scene opened with dramatic music and flashing lights. I stood from the couch and made my way to the dining table, curiosity piqued by the lunch.

The lights in the room flickered wildly… Then came a voice—neither male nor female, young nor old—eerily inhuman, emanating from Seraphina: “I died such a terrible death~~~ I won’t forgive her~~~ I want her dead~~~ I want her dead~~~” The words “I want her dead” echoed over and over, bouncing off every surface in the room like an invisible chant that permeated everything. Emily was so terrified she couldn’t even scream. “Child, it wants to possess you! It wants to kill Mrs. Jones! Hurry, stop it—” Seraphina's normal voice returned. Her assistant, the junior shaman, immediately grabbed a kitchen knife and, from somewhere, dragged in half a pig carcass. Without hesitation, she began hacking at

“I’m fine.” At first, he was dubious of what was happening to me. But when I forced myself to smile, he also slowly nodded. “Okay, then,” he said. “Just go outside if you are finished.” “S-Sure!” He stared at me for a while before he slowly closed the door. Silence filled my ears and the hammer of my heart was loud. I felt a presence in the mirror again. “You can turn off your thoughts so he would not hear it,” the red woman said behind me. “Don’t get lied to by him, Elizabeth.”

Nayel flashes a fake smile at me. "I'm not playing any stupid games with you right now, it's not my fault you're such an asshole that you're so miserable with yourself and the fact that you are completely alone so you pry on other people and come up with insane conclusions." I spat at him. "At least I don't need to rely on others to feel good about myself, at least being alone and taking risks and focusing on myself doesn't terrify the shit out of me" Nayel snaps back. Winston returns to his seat, "You're unbelievable" I mumble and rest back in my seat and close my eyes. I cannot stand this man. Who did I piss off in another life to get this disgusting cruel man as my boss?

But after getting acquainted with Isabella's sweet wet parts and her ferocious fighting, just the thought of touching another person made me feel nauseous. So now, I am nothing more than an entity filled with tension and violence. An existence that cannot be measured or contained and continues to grow bigger with every passing second. My beast has scratched and clawed at the walls of my sanity, demanding a way out. The crazier the better. I wanted nothing more than to give it a taste of euphoric anarchy. But the downside was, if I let it loose, Isabella wouldn't give me any more time. I would be mentally changed and could and would revert to drastic measures to have her again.

“Not again.” Alli didn’t answer. She just turned toward the kitchen and poured herself more coffee, hands trembling just a little. Because she believed him. And that scared her more than anything. Chapter Ninety: Smoke and Skin Johnny’s POV The house was quiet in that way only a house holding its breath could be.

A branch snapping caught her ear and she turned her head in the direction it came from, hoping to catch a glance of what was out there, but it was too dark. If she stayed in one spot, the thing that was out there would easily catch up to her, so she started walking, noticing for the first time she had no shoes, only socks. ‘I’m losing my mind. That’s the only explanation that fits. Alyssa and her Bitch Virus has gotten to me and I’m in the end stages of sanity.” She whispered. Another snapping branch made her jump and walk a little faster. She wondered where she was going. She didn’t recognize the area, and there were no signs.

"Ssshhhhh. If you want to console me then stay silent. Today I am not going to endure your interference." On that, he leaned on her lips. His every advancing move was speaking volumes of his craziness and this was making Noor more scared. Minal's throat becomes dried with his every advancing move. But today Shah Zain wasn't in the mood to show any empathy for her. Minal kept enduring his craziness and extremeness throughout the whole night. His every advancing move had realized Minal that how angry he was with her. ******** Kawish entered his home after closing the door. But silence is what welcomed him today. Don't know why but this silence was making him feel void from inside.