Mind Controlled Mom Novels & Stories

I shouted, hoping dad would listen. And his steps faltered. Mom rushed forward and placed both her hands on dad’s chest. Only she could control him, only she could bring him back if ever Adler took control! “Breathe…” mom started chanting. She cupped dad’s face and made him look at her. “If she says that boy did not hurt her then I believe my daughter. And she is right, Jayden invited Nash in her room, in no way she is gullible enough to bring a predator in her room. She is smarter than that…” mom continued.

My bedroom is now shrouded in a state of darkness, the lights flickering, as he places his command completely on Mum. With a whimper escaping her it doesn’t take long before she submits to his command. Like I’ve always said Mum can’t breathe without Dad, it’s like she stops functioning. So for him to place a command upon her, she wouldn’t dare to fight it…she never once has tried to fight it. Knocked up…Mum has always had moments of madness. She was doing better in recent years, maybe because Ares and I weren’t as demanding on her time, but it’s like I’m a child again, protecting Ares from her erratic behaviour.

Mom was not out of her mind all the time so she remembered what they said. It was strange. Mom went back to normal as if she had recovered, no longer acting crazy. The doctor checked on her and found nothing off. So shortly after, she was discharged. Then, Mom did something that shocked everyone. She applied for a custodial job at the prison. After getting in, she stabbed Calla, who had been serving a reduced sentence, to death. Then, Mom lost her mind for good. She claimed she could see me, but everyone knew I was already dead. She was then taken to a psychiatric hospital where she would be confined for the rest of her life.

“When he took me to the human realm Clarrisa told him to kill me, he refused and told her he wanted to keep me as his new project. I think he enjoys breaking people,” “I don’t think his compulsion was very strong. I think he drugged us to get into our minds and eventually, it wore off. You always did have a strong mind, Mason, I doubt that even when you were a child he would have been strong enough to get control of you that way,” my mum says with a sad smile.

flashing on the screen, I hesitated for a moment, but I eventually answered. The moment the call connected, Mom's voice came through, entitled and laced with irritation, "Vanessa, why haven't you sent this month's allowance yet? It's already a few days late. I'm waiting on that money!" Hearing that familiar tone, I wasn't surprised at all. Instead, I felt a strange calm, like I'd been expecting this. Holding the phone, I walked over to the window, speaking calmly, "Mom, didn't you say that a married daughter is as good as gone? Since I'm an outsider, your living expenses can be handled by your 'investment of a son' from now on."

That evening, Susan sat alone in her room, her phone pressed to her ear as she spoke with her mother. “He confronted me,” Susan said, a little calm. “And?” her mother asked, her tone expectant. Susan smirked. “I turned it around on him, of course. He thinks he has the upper hand, but he doesn’t know what I have on him.” Her mother chuckled. “Good. Keep him on edge. The more desperate he gets, the easier it’ll be to control him.” Susan nodded, her confidence unwavering. “Don’t worry, Mom. I’ve got everything under control. Or should I quit?” Susan teased.

As a woman possessed, Mom stumbled and staggered down the bitterly cold corridor of the funeral home. The staff chased after her breathlessly and only managed to pull her back after great effort. "You can't do this! We understand the pain of losing your son, but life must go on!" Mom, like a crazed lioness, broke free from their grasps. "What do you people know? I'm going to personally expose his lies! A psychic once told me Brett was destined to live a long life—there's no way he could die just like that. This has got to be another one of his tricks!"

She is dangerous. I remember that my mom liked to disassemble every electronic toy we had. I remember she took off the batteries from the remote. She would say, she did that because we were over watching TV. I remember her always unplugging every device she uses when she is done. I thought she was careful not to waste electricity. No, She had a mental illness. She finds pleasure in making things go limp. Gosh, How did we not guess it before? Because she was so good at hiding it away.

Madchen’s entire body began to tremble. It was becoming increasingly hard to breathe. Any second now, she would completely melt down, giving over to the one thing she had fought so hard to contain. Soon she would be nothing but a heap of bundled nerves on the floor. Soon, everyone would see her for what she really was, a pathetic loser, as her meth head mother called her, a waste of space and food.

Dumbfounded, I snatched the cigarette before Mom could ridiculously inhale it. “What the hell, Mom!” I vociferated, looked at her ferociously. “Since when did you learn how to smoke?” She was so stunned as to speak. I get it that she wanted to control her nerves, but this isn’t the panacea. Sometimes, you just have to scold your mother, they’re also in need of continuous nurturing. After her resounding recovery at the mental institute, as magical as it sounds, her body’s not the same anymore. She had muscle spasms, increasing heart beat rates, an uncontrollable eye twitching, which happens frequently.