Paranormal Paranoia Novels & Stories

It’s almost like I have no body to react to it even if I did. Paragon said she needed me to step back for a moment. This can’t be what she meant. What’s happening to me? All my senses feel like they’ve disappeared, but they haven’t. They’re just misplaced somehow? Does that mean I’m dead? I can’t be dead. I would know if I were dead. Right? No, that can’t be right. I have to get out of whatever this place is. How the Hell do I do that?! don’t panic don’t panic dont panic dontpanic dontpanicdontpanic

"Their bodies are so addicted to the 'Shared-Heart' that they’re 'Self-Generating' it. It’s a 'Biological-Delusion.'" This led to the "Great-Somatic-Paranoia." Without the ability to "Know" the thoughts of their neighbors, the Sovereigns were rediscovering the "Old-World" pathologies: suspicion, jealousy, and the "Information-Asymmetry" that had powered the Thorne-Ares Ledger. The "Silence" was breeding "Secrets," and secrets were breeding fear.

I protested as I quickly looked to see how many evil stares I was getting as a result of his attention. To my surprise and relief, they were all too preoccupied with conversation that sounded high pitched and argumentative to pay any attention to me. “Paranormal does not mean ghost hunter. It denotes events or phenomena that are beyond the scope of normal scientific understanding,” he offered. “I would say that getting impressions from places or things falls in that category. Wouldn’t you?” I thought for a moment and then nodded. “What have you gotten from this place?” he asked.

He lied to him. "Why give such a drunk money? He'd never pay!" The man said shaking his head. "He's been causing a lot of nuisance in this building bringing different women in here and strange faces that looks like criminals around here and a lot of things have gone missing and I'm calling the cops on him the next time I see him." He said. "That's good but have you seen him lately?" Leo asked him. The man shook his head. "For a week I have not. He's been acting so weird lately always talking on the phone like some weird freak. I've had enough of the bastard and his wayward lifestyle." He said. The man sounded so bitter about Rex.

she said and held the genius' hands "what could be making you cry?" "I don't know how to say it but I'm scared of living" Juana began "What do you mean? Are you feeling suicidal?" "Not exactly but I am tired of myself. I don't know if you'll see me as a strange person just as others do, but the thing is I see things. Things I shouldn't see, and things too much for me to comprehend or bear, I can't even sleep at nights and I can't even tell anyone at home because they'd be worried" Juana stopped talking.

I say, forcing a nervous chuckle and grasping for a believable excuse. He hums in response and slows his pace, now walking beside me instead of ahead. Maybe I’m overreacting. He’s been nothing but kind so far. It's just—ugh!—America and all those creepy crime stories. I blame that make-up girl on YouTube who always shares those insane cases. What was her name? Bailey Sarian—that’s it. But just as my paranoia starts to fade, I hear the soft rush of water somewhere nearby. The sound grabs my full attention, and I instinctively turn toward it.

Pain said in her gruff, deep voice. "Paranormal, you know?" Blood agreed with her. I snapped into focus and jumped into the conversation they were having with Beth. "Sorry?" I asked. "What's paranormal?" Crap, what had I done, now? "The gear," Blood said, gesturing to himself and his emo get up. Okay, not me, just weird. "Sorry, Blood," I said. "I don't get it." He nodded sagely, long hair hanging over his blacked out eyes.

But she was muttering inside her: I really wish you would shut up you motherfucker, I don't want to hear anything from you or hear your damn voice that bothers me and I hope you lose your voice this I don't know what the curse is with him to come and talk to me after everything he did to me Is he sick Psychologically. Ayden looked into her eyes and said to her: Do you believe in something called the paranormal? She looked at him in astonishment and said without understanding: What do you mean? I did not understand what you wanted to say. I don't understand when you ask me about the paranormal. Ayden continued his words and said to her in all seriousness: Have you ever heard of werewolves or

As I walked through the streets of Chicago with a small box of crap from my desk, I felt almost like a zombie; like my physical body was there, but my brain was a million miles away. I wasn't even crying anymore... I just felt empty; like I didn't have anything going for me anymore.

"Lavender, we both know I'm not buying that. If it's 'nothing,' why are you so tense? Talk to me. Whatever it is, it's obviously eating at you." I sighed, glancing down at my glass. The amber liquid swirled inside—a mix of bourbon, orange liqueur, and ginger ale. It had looked enticing when I'd ordered it, but I hadn't taken more than a sip. Now it felt like a reflection of my mood: unsettled, untouched. "I don't know," I began hesitantly, the words thick on my tongue. "I think I might just be paranoid." Anna leaned forward, resting her elbow on the table. "Then tell me what you're paranoid about, and I'll decide if you're actually losing your mind."