Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

He looks as though he’s having an out of body experience. His whole body stills and his dick softens inside me. Taking advantage of the opportunity, I push myself backward, propping myself up by my elbow, my suspicious and bewildered gaze on him. His remains still, his expression stoic, a certain kind of darkness creeping into his eyes. I gulp, subtly sliding his dick out of me, immediately wrapping my sore body up with the blood stained duvet. “The guy is insane. He probably has a personality disorder because one minute he was all over me and the next he fazed out and then blinked a few times and forgot who I was. He was even asking where he was and shit. He probably took some drugs.”

I had just finished performing a surgery and was very tired. Just as I was going to go to sleep, I could hear Jack and Ethan's voice coming from outside. "Sofia Jones! Come out!" "You fraud! How dare you cheat on me?!" They were so loud that the surrounding patients and doctors looked in their direction. Before I could even go out and see what was happening, I heard one of the patients tell them to control their voice, but my father-in-law Ethan kicked her to the ground instead.

One: I talked to two dogs like how I talk to humans and sent them on a very dangerous mission on disrupting their master's work. Two: I am chaotic. There is something wrong with me! ~~ It had been over half an hour and still no sign of my little henchmen. I was lounging by the pool, soaking up the warm sun. Not too hot, not too cold. Perfect. Until it started burning slightly - maybe I’d been out here too long. I headed back inside, and that’s when I felt it. That strange, spine-prickling sensation. The house was too quiet. Not peaceful, eerie. The kind of quiet you know has something chaotic about it. I shook it off and headed for a shower. Mid-rinse, the power went out.

“Did they hurt you?” Vincent was already nodding before Isaac even completed his question. “I-I'm not crazy. Don't believe anything they tell you. I hate crazy people and Dad knows, he knows, and that's why he brought me here. I can hear them scream and laugh even when I close my ears. I-it is so fucking annoying! But I'm not crazy.” He held Isaac's hand, his eyes begging for belief. The director moved closer to Isaac and whispered audibly in his ears. “He's psychotic. He says he hears sounds even when he's alone.”

eyes wild and unfocused. "I can feel it crawling, clawing its way out!" The servants reacted with alarm, unsure whether to help or flee the madwoman's presence. Before they could react, a new person entered the room: Dr. Corvan, his usual demeanor cracking to expose a flash of alarm. "Restrain her, quickly!" he said, running to Natalie's side. "This foolishness has gone on quite long enough." The servants paused, observing Natalie's writhing figure with concern. Corvan's frigid eye, however, would not tolerate defiance. They charged forward, trapping the insane woman to the ground while she howled and writhed. Corvan pulled a syringe from his medical kit and filled it with murky fluid. "For

His thoughts become a jumble of violent impulses. "Kill," he growls. "They must die! All of them!” His thoughts start to influence mine and all that runs through my mind is death, bloodshed and carnage. It takes every ounce of willpower I possess to hold onto my sanity. "No," I tell him firmly. "Adriana. Remember Adriana. Our mate. Our pup." The mention of our mate seems to bring him back a little, but these new, implanted instincts are fighting hard for control. A few seconds later and Silas can't even form coherent words anymore. Whatever this is, it seems to affect him even more than it does me.

Though I knew a locked door meant nothing if someone truly wanted it badly enough, I had learned that lesson already, from a father who never respected locks or boundaries either. It escalated during the group session, four days after the second drawing, Ingrid sat across from me for the first time, having somehow manoeuvred her way into a seat directly next to me, and she didn’t take her eyes off me for the entire hour, not even once and it was creepy as hell. When the doctor spoke directly to her, she didn’t utter a word. Heck, she kept looking and it made everyone uncomfortable, especially me. I know obsession is bad but this?

She resigned from continuing her story. “What’s his name? The firstborn?” “Igor ... the white psycho we call him ... because he bleached his hair almost white ... Enzo’s girls are terrified of him ... it’s good that I’m Enzo’s favorite girl, he wouldn’t let me go there ... I heard they drugged the girls before they gang banged them, they kept them on the boat all night ... they woke up bloody and sore in many places ... animals.” “They sound barbaric ... do you know anything about their business?”

All I feel is a suffocating wave of despair crashing over me. Suddenly, amidst the chaos, a figure bursts into the studio… a police officer, his uniform stark against the backdrop of madness. “Drop the weapon!” he shouts, his voice cutting through the cacophony like a knife. Silas, still consumed by his madness, turns to face the officer, his expression twisted with rage and disbelief.

me" up. The technicians tried to hold her back, but she seemed to have gone mad, shoving them away with unexpected strength. Then, as if a sudden thought struck her, Mom lunged for the control tablet. "Yes, that's it! A restart! Once I reboot the system, she'll be back to normal!" As she frantically tapped across the screen, sweat trickled down her forehead, smudging the makeup she had so carefully put on. "Unable to locate self file," a mechanical voice droned from the control panel. "The host consciousness has been erased." Mom was taken aback. "Erased? That's impossible! She was perfectly fine just a moment ago! She wouldn't leave me like this. She wouldn't!"