Interviewing Psychopath Novels & Stories

My parents aren’t the people I just said they were, but one thing I know is that I can’t make myself into a sob story because they weren’t either. These interviewers want to see a fresh, bright woman without emotional baggage, one eager to work and passionate about whatever job she’ll be given. I have to portray that to them. So no sob stories. “Can we ask what your relationship with Mr. Christian Storm is?” All the alarms in my mind go off at that, and I jolt back to the room as an immediate response leaves my lips. “Excuse me?” I’m immediately mortified at how much surprise and panic leaks from my tone, so I course-correct.

“Coupled with the fact that the person who attacked Nico is a diagnosed psychopath, this calls for serious concern. We believe the excessive use of force should be monitored, and then the victim—” I interrupted him sharply. “Do you even hear yourselves?” I questioned stepping forward, my eyes flickering between the two of them, Lola lets out a hiss, holding Felicia. “We were about to be killed, and you are worried about him? Nico Colombo is nothing close to a victim. I am the victim, Benita is the victim, and the diagnosed psychopath you’re cautious about was shot in the chest while protecting us.” “We know, but at the same, violent tendencies in psychopaths need to be closely monitored, tod

She had only been searching for a bathroom when she opened the door to my life. I had to explain to her the intricacies of most of the restraints as some of them could be passed off as torture equipment. And who would want to know their boss was a psychopath who probably killed people in his own home? At first she did not believe me, it was obvious, but curiosity I think got the best of her and she went and did her homework.

Early the next morning I called a PI firm I knew my Dad had used a few times. They were in his Rolodex. I went to the office and met with Sam. I told him I wanted to interview five people I hadn't seen since prom week. I gave him their names. I explained what I wanted to know. He made some suggestions and I agreed. He would find them. He would do the interview with me watching on cctv and connected to him so I could ask questions through him. That way they would never know it was me.

Just her and the work and the plan laid out in the notebooks stacked neatly at the end of the bench. She pulled the first notebook toward her. Opened it. Her own handwriting from three years ago. Neat and precise and completely certain about everything it was doing. *Subject profile: Damien Voss. CEO Voss Industries. Age 31. Psychological assessment consistent with primary psychopathy with elevated fixation markers. History of obsessive attachment to objects and concepts. No documented romantic relationships. Suspected olfactory sensitivity above baseline. Potential susceptibility to compound V7 estimated at 89% based on psychographic modeling.*

broke through my brain fog. As Dawn was wrapping up the interview, I did have enough clarity to ask if I was the last person she was interviewing and why it took so long to get the invitation. She was honest and said they had interviewed some people they assumed were more qualified than me, but they didn't work out. She also said she had one more interview tomorrow. I was pretty sure that meant I was out, but she assured me that wasn't the case. She also said part of their process was a computerized IQ/personalty test and that she would like me to take that before I left. I asked what that entailed and she said it was a computer test using a variant of the Meyers-Briggs dichotomies to see ho

“This will come back to haunt you, Patrick, you bastard! It won't end like this, you will pay for it, and I will destroy your lives... Are you listening? You will never be free, neither of you.” Ignoring her, the CEO walked past me, subtly intertwining his pinky with mine, pulling me off the stage, while listening to reporters in their flurry of questions and judgments against Heloise Forbs: “So you deny what you did? Mrs. Forbs, are you threatening CEO Morgan's life?” “Were you diagnosed as a psychopath during your outbursts, or are you schizophrenic like your mother was? Is it a family trait to have mental issues?” The reporter supporting Morgan was loudly questioned, sparking more excitem

“Why are all murderers considered psychopaths after being convicted nowadays?” muttered one reporter. “Exactly! I can't believe a little girl could intimidate an adult to the point of driving him crazy!” another retorted. “And when was Suelen evaluated? Before or after her death?” “It seems it was after...” “Ridiculous! How can someone who is dead undergo a psychiatric evaluation?” The voices echoed, each journalist more skeptical than the next. But soon the discussion changed tone:

But I wasn't that stupid. During high school, I read research journals by renowned psychologists that generally, psychopaths have difficulty conveying emotion. They tend to be flat. Their gazes are blank. They are worse than animals. Because animals kill to survive, while psychopathic humans take lives by choice and with perfect reason, it's said that there's a far worse level: the manipulative psychopath. There are only two possibilities. "Could it be Tiger…? "You're lying," I blurted out, trying to get an answer.

Peter became increasingly perplexed by his boss's behavior, which he thought displayed signs of a mental disorder. Felix's character seemed akin to that of a person with multiple personalities. Indeed, all this time, he had perceived Felix's character as somewhat psychopathic. Felix appeared to derive great pleasure from seeing his opponents helpless before him without regret. However, on several occasions, Peter had observed Felix consulting a psychiatrist. Still, Felix had never disclosed the results of those medical evaluations to him.