Mind Controlled Mom Novels & Stories

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.

She floored the accelerator with a blazing determination that I hadn't seen in years. She had promised to control her temper and not fly into a rage at the slightest provocation because I got scared whenever she had a manic episode. The car swerved sharply again, and her phone rang. "Ms. Heinrich, please come to Central Hospital." "What happened? Is Sienna hurt?" Mom asked urgently. There was a brief silence on the other end before the person replied in a somber tone, "Please brace yourself before playing the video I'm sending you."

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.

“Dan,” I called out, trying to sit well. I was already so uncomfortable with the chair I was on, but I just had to manage the discomfort. “We really have to be smart about this. You know how influential my mom is. She gets whatever she wants, no matter what. I mean, she’s the kind of woman who can turn a simple company meeting into something she controls completely.” “Yeah,” Dan replied, nodding in approval. “I know exactly what you mean. Your mom, she’s powerful. She’s used to getting her way. No one can stop her when she sets her mind to something.”

July 8, 2002 Mom’s not okay, the doctors says she has paranoia. And even without the doctors diagnosis, I could see it for myself. I could see it in the way she moves, the way she talks. Like she’s in some kind of trance, like she’s not even here with me anymore. I’ve tied everything to get her attention, but it’s like she’s not even here with me.

"This woman is seriously out of her mind. I think she needs to be sent to a mental hospital." "Wow, she's actually slandering the professor next? What is wrong with this woman? Does she have paranoia or something?" "I think she's gone completely insane. She can't control her son anymore, so she's just lashing out at anybody she can. That professor did a great job saving the poor kid's life!" "I support Mr. Jefferson! Protect Shawn at all costs! His mother should be stripped of custody!" Mom went absolutely batshit crazy after seeing the online comments about her. She couldn't accept that she had gone from a hardworking mother to a controlling madwoman overnight.

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!"