Inanimate Insanity Mepad Novels & Stories

As soon as she looked back, Isaac saw a huge black bug creeping on her head. He blinked swiftly and made sure that it was the real thing and not from his imagination. Instinctively, Isaac pulled out his knife. But later, he realized that the success rate of using a knife to help her is below zero. The only way is to get the bug out of her head. “There is really something moving in my….” The bug crawled on her head and Maxine stopped talking. Certain that there was something on her head, Maxine jumped up and down. “Ahhh!”

My whole body itched. I suddenly saw a reflection of me on the other side of the room staring at the corner of the wall, another of me looking at the door, another laid out in the middle, another resting on the bed. Whose the real me? I finally found myself pacing the small boxed in room. How long have I been in here!? "Let me out!" I begged and kicked at the door. I'm going insane in here! I paced the room with dread of being in here. Something like this place will make anyone go mad. A sane person mad and a mad person sane. I started in a circle then, hearing my mirrored images counting to try to stay sane. All I've got to do is count to stay sane.

When Matteo saw me, he paused to explain himself. "Boss I..." Stand back, I groaned and shot the door multiple times before kicking it open. The lady made to run into the elevator, but Matteo held her back. I entered the office to see what my eyes couldn't believe. I've seen a lot of things in my life, but nothing is as horrible as what I'm seeing. I'm seeing Madison, my woman, lying down on the sofa completely naked and unconscious with this sick lunatic on top of her. The guy jerked away when he saw me; my blood started boiling immediately.

“Aw, and here I was hoping the ‘sir’ would stay. Yes, I’ll get it, but we need to discuss the problem that thing presents.” “That is not the problem. The dickwad is the problem,” Beth says with her hands on her hips. Again I felt that nice warm, fuzzy feeling. “You’re both right. The notebook and Kirk are the problems. Which is why I want to at least destroy the notebook. Kirk, I will figure out what to do with later.” “So you don’t think you’re crazy anymore?” Matt asks. “Is one every sure they’re not insane? How can we really know what we experience in this world is the actual reality of the situation?” I ask back.

A loud groan left my lips, my gaze was on the laughing doctor Alfonso clearly my discomfort was amusing. We have been at this for several hours now. The only answer it produced was a distinct hatred of any form of mediation. Why anyone did this was beyond me. I found it to be annoying as hell. This place was quiet enough without the addition of stupid meditation. I swear between the psychotropic drugs, mediation, electric shock, this place was like a version of the Invasion of the Body Natches. Creating little mindless drones.

The furniture looks like it belongs in a museum, and there's a bottle of champagne waiting on ice. Of course there is. I'm standing at the window, trying to process everything, when I feel familiar arms wrap around my waist. He turns me around gently, and suddenly I'm looking into the face I've been trying to forget. "Hey," he says softly. Andrew looks exactly the same. Dark hair, strong jaw, eyes that seem to see right through me. He's wearing a simple white shirt and dark pants, but even casual clothes look expensive on him. "You have ten minutes," I manage to say.

Mary was mentally unstable, but she didn't dare to show it; she could only pretend not to understand anything: "Old man, I heard Bucky say that you went to the hospital last night. Maddy was fine, it's just that she had crazy thoughts and did stupid things." Mr. Quitman waved his hand: "Let others listen to these excuses, you're right, I just went to the hospital last night, my body hasn't recovered yet, so don't talk nonsense, get straight to the point, be brief. My purpose today is very simple; I think anyone so smart can guess the reason I came here."

They screamed— “You went up? You opened 509? You woke it up!” They told us— The room had been sealed 22 years ago. The man inside— A psychiatrist. He experimented on the insane. Went mad himself. One night, he locked himself inside… Scratched his own face off… And died. But his laughter— Still lived there. We ran. That night, Megha fell ill. The next day, her pulse slowed unnaturally. On the third day, she slipped into a coma.

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.

science project. "You're insane," I whispered. "I am the only one who is sane," Silas replied. "The world is governed by fools. I am building a mind that can rule the Noise." The woman in the lab coat stepped toward me with a needle. "We need to begin the first nutrient infusion."