Paranormal Paranoia Novels & Stories

But then again, they never thought I’d use their own system to my advantage. The screen fills with information: public reports, news feeds, some personal files buried deep in the system. I scroll through them, quickly noting things that catch my eye. But it’s that one entry that keeps stopping me cold. “Dust Bowl, Arizona: Reports of paranormal activity spike again. A second Hellgate breach suspected.” My heart stops. The Hellgate. Dust Bowl. I know what I need to do. The next big move. The next battle. This is where it all leads. I can’t afford to waste any more time.

Rain looked at her trembling arms and mumbled from paranoia, "What is this meaning of this?" Her throat had dried up from the unsettling sensation of being observed by something incomprehensible. The fact that this unknown gawking presence was lingering around her, almost as if some smiling creep was standing right next to her breathing into her ears, made her soul shrink in panic and fear. "Oh my God!" she whispered from paranoia, looking at her twitching arms. "What is this?" A voice boomed into her ears just when she was about to take a step back from her turmoil.

“Physical vampires?” He slowly shook his head. “It is not that I discount it, necessarily. It is that I have yet to see an example of it with my own eyes. I’ve seen horrible, awful things. I’ve seen perfectly healthy people have psychotic breaks. Completely unexplained. Could this be accounted to demonic possession? Yes. Could it be accounted to vampirism? Perhaps. In my view, it doesn’t really matter what you label it. What you have is an unexplained event that is outside the guise of normal—thus, para-normal.

” He sighed. The rest of the morning crawled. He avoided the fifth floor completely—refused to run linens up, refused to answer any call that mentioned suite 512. Every time he turned a corner he checked behind him. Every shadow in the hallway felt like mist curling at his ankles. Every time his thoughts drifted back to crimson eyes and blood-smeared lips, a fresh wave of paranoia hit: ‘Can he read my mind? Is he watching right now? Is that prickle on my neck him?’ By the time his relief arrived at 8 a.m., he was vibrating.

He made a bowl of cereal and crunched on it while he scrolled through his search history, it had been a series of paranormal related things the past few weeks, he was scrolling through this site he had been visiting frequently when he saw something that made the spoon clatter to the floor. THE RED SUN PHENOMENA written in bold red crimson, he clicked on it and his phone blacked out. He started pressing the power button multiple times but it refused to come on. “Shit, don’t tell me I just blacked out my phone over this.” he put his head on the counter and groaned, “Just when I think life can’t get even more fucked up it does.”

Because not only was it healthy for my heart , the constant fear and the feeling of being watched was driving me crazy , I knew in my mind that I was just being paranoid and there was nothing there but I still couldn't stop myself - I would peek out of my windows expecting for a stranger to turn up , look twice behind me when I went jogging in the morning and driving - I never thought that my hands could get this sweaty . I wished to stay at my home and lock my windows shut. I knew that by overthinking I was doing nothing but creating more problems for myself that didn't even exist . I mean it was really amazing where a paranoid mind could take you . But no matter how paranoid I was feeling,

he pulled bark, somewhat alarmed by the tone of her voice. "if you don't believe me, I have details of extra terrestrial and supernatural sightings..you could read my books...the London bridge, its a fake! its no support group, its Lucifer grooming the anti Christ...Adulfs the child of light who must stop her...but I see no star any more. she succeeded in giving him the mark...his borne a new gene. they feed now on his brain and direct him what to do." the parasites, Montoya thought. he speaks about the parasites. goddamn it, he couldn't be lieing.

Just then, however, Marc said coldly, "Mister Penn is a member of the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense, which makes us unqualified to deal with him. You're free to raise whatever concerns you have to the department." "The Department of Paranormal Research and Defense?" Everyone looked nothing but confused. What kind of department was this, and why had they never heard of it before? Marc saying that he was 'unqualified to deal with Wilbur' alone, however, was enough to imply that Wilbur was someone even Marc could not afford to mess with. The crowd blinked in shock, a chill running down their spines. Who was this man for Marc to render himself unable to do anything about him, and

When Harriet flipped through the medical book and was about to close it, the medical book suddenly ignited itself. Even the letter Miriam wrote to her burned to ashes. It was as if Miriam didn't want anyone else to know her secrets. Harriet sighed, knowing what she had to do next. Just as she stood up, the iron door behind her suddenly opened. Before she could react, a figure rushed in. It was Delbert, but his state was abnormal. The previous tenderness in his eyes was gone, replaced by fierceness. At that point, Delbert could no longer suppress his paranoia and irritability.

Alarm bells rang inside me, and paranoia was setting in. What if he intentionally made Imani ill?