Paranoid Garden Novels & Stories

Lisa held Jennie's hand and dragged Jennie into one of the rooms of the house. ___________________ MORNING It was a quiet and a peaceful morning when suddenly a loud scream is heard in one of the rooms in the house. Jennie shouted her lungs out seeing Lisa beside her naked and saw what Lisa has been keeping. Not to forget she felt pain in her lower part. Lisa woke up because of the shocking scream she heard and saw Jennie covering her body. Lisa's eyes widened and realized that Jennie saw what she had been keeping for a long time. "AHHHHHHHH" Jennie screamed out loud for the second time and kicked Lisa out of the bed and Lisa who is now on the floor covered her body with a pillow.

Nevena subconsciously stood up when she saw at the far end of the flower garden that a flower which had not bloomed, suddenly bloomed… "Wow," she gasped when the pink petals sprouted from the flower. "Beautiful isn't it?" Kamala hugged her from behind. Nevena nodded in excitement, still amused by what was happening. "Yes…but why did it stop blooming?" She asked when she saw the flowers suddenly stopped blooming midway…

Thorn-covered branches bent toward the rogue, curving and twisting like they were being pulled by invisible hands, dragging across its torso and legs. The entire garden seemed to be alive, attacking the rogue. I stood frozen, staring, unable to process what I was seeing, as the vines dragged the struggling rogue deeper into the garden, and out of sight. Its snarls turned frantic, before cutting off completely. Silence. The vines slowly loosened and settled back into the soil as though nothing had happened. The flowers swayed gently in the evening air. The garden looked exactly the way it always did — peaceful, ordinary. I stood there for a long moment, my chest heaving, blood roaring in my e

Pause. Then: "That's not good." Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then the light faded. And they saw it. A garden. A simple garden. No giant fortress. No throne. No ancient weapons. Just grass. Trees. Flowers. And a single stone bench. Silence. Then Rowan blinked. Then: "What?" Pause. Then: "That's it?" God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then a voice answered. "Yes."

She grabbed her mother’s old journal, flipped through. Then stopped. "Only the blood daughter will awaken the prophecy. When fire blooms in the garden, the dead will rise." She inhaled sharply. Fire. Garden. She bolted out of the room. Rose Garden – 1:11 AM The flames danced like serpents, devouring the rows of blood-red roses. By the time Yuri, Sang-woo, and Devin arrived, half the garden was already blackened. A single metal stake stuck out from the center, glowing from the heat.

I was busy checking my notes in my bag, so by the time I reached the parking lot, I hadn’t seen the messed-up condition of the garden. I finished looking for my notes and lifted my head. The wind blew gently through the trees, but it was the hair on the *heads* swaying with the wind that made horror strike me. “What—” I gasped, stepping back and trying to put as much distance as possible between me and the garden. “What the fuck is that?” I finally forced some words out of my mouth, but they wouldn’t do much good—those in the garden couldn’t respond to me. Their eyes seemed stuck on my face, making me feel nauseous.

The trees swayed without wind. I landed on top of her. My hands still gripping her face. My knees pinned her shoulders. She stared up at me with eyes wide in shock and her mouth open in surprise. The garden flickered again. Twice. Reality bled through the cracks. I saw the room again. The chair. The daughter screaming louder now. Then it snapped back. But something had changed. The garden felt less solid. The colors less vibrant. Like Annamaria's control over this space was slipping.

His pulse hammered, a chaotic mix of pain, want, and something else—something he wasn't ready to name, something that felt dangerously like hope, a traitorous "icker in the darkness. Then, without thinking, driven by an impulse he didn't understand, a desperate need to contain the chaos, to shut out the world, he grabbed the chain. The metal wascold and rough against his skin as he yanked, the heavy bay door groaning in protest as it began its descent. The metal crashed shut with a deafening clang, the reverberation echoing o# every wall, echoing inside him too. A violent, decisive end to something that shouldhave ended a long time ago, a futile attempt to slam the door on the past. Wrong do

The old man smiled faintly, a smile that didn't reach his age-clouded eyes. "This garden was arranged to soothe the soul," he said, his hoarse voice like the rustle of dry leaves. "But it can also become a labyrinth for those with ill intentions. Please."

She had a deep yet sweet voice. “Come on, Pandora. We’ve to get going.” She said but now her voice had a hint of urgency. “I don’t know when I’ll be able to contact you again. You can’t repeat--” Her voice was starting to fade away. I try to run after her but it’s no use. I can’t move my legs. It’s like they are frozen. They’re not responding to my commands. Anxiety grows in my chest as I start to notice that no part of my body is answering. I try to move my eyes away from the tree and look towards the backyard to see if my family was still there. Yes, they were. My mom, my dad, and my sisters. Relief washes quickly over my body that tenses up again when I notice the situation I’m in is rath