Paranormal Paranoia Novels & Stories

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?

Helena had expelled a large mass of wriggling worms, emitting a foul stench. "Parasites! Those are parasites!" Melanie gasped, her body trembling with shock. "These parasites are formed from the essence of natural energy! I've only read about them in ancient texts!" Frederick swiftly moved forward, capping the writhing mass in a jar. He then said heavily, "She wasn't suffering from any nerve condition. She was infected by a rare parasite known as the Skybane Parasite. These parasites are notorious for controlling the nervous system, and can even manipulate one’s actions."

After receiving a death threat, I couldn't go back to normal life. In my paranoid state, I hadn’t slept at all last night. I even pushed a table in front of my door and kept all the lights off throughout the night. Another sign of my paranoia was that I took a taxi to the office today, and now I was sitting in one of the video conference booths. I was chatting with an old client of Fairmount Corporation about the property taxes on one of the retirement homes he’d bought from us.

“You think nobody sees you. But I do. I see you now.” The room was silent, but the silence wasn’t comforting. It was charged, almost mocking. As if the shadows themselves belonged to him. I turned, half expecting someone to be there, watching. My pulse spiked. But I saw nothing. Just the quiet hum of the refrigerator, the creak of the house settling. But paranoia was a seed, and it was already rooting deep. If Jack had been financing Rose all those years ago, then he had power, influence, and he could be anywhere, or everywhere.

] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’. In the wake of what just went down with Kira, I would prefer to go home and sleep, preferably after rubbing one out in the shower, but I drive over to the container instead. Wails greet me as soon as I open the door. It sounds like the man is being butchered, even though he looks alright. He may be a bloody mess with several teeth missing, but his limbs and organs are intact, which is a much better state than can be said about everyone else who falls into Shane’s hands.

The lines between her brows were especially deep and that was clearly from her habit of frowning and glaring. Her looks aside, Brenda had an air about her that made me feel uncomfortable. She felt restless and seemed anxious almost all the time. It was as if she was waiting for something bad to happen or for someone to turn up. If I had to describe her in one word, the word I would select would be paranoia. Her hands fidgeted on her lap and her eyes often darted all around the room. Just looking at her made me feel like she was a time bomb that was ready to explode at every moment.

Elena's POV He is weird! A very weird weird weird creature and I hate him so much! One minute he becomes so caring and then at another moment he shows what he really is! A monster! Yeah! A monster!! Manik Monster Malhotra! If you are thinking I have gone crazy than congratulations! You are right! I've become insane and if some kind of sanity is left then I'm sure it won't take much time to be converted into insanity! What the hell does that man thinks of himself?

Hart has displayed increasing paranoia. Paranoia. I did not say that word. They did. And now it exists publicly. I close my eyes. This is the next phase. Not containment of Leah. Containment of me. If they can convince the world I am unstable, then any claim I make about her relocation becomes delusion. Any accusation becomes symptom. Any protest becomes proof. I pick up my phone again. A new message waits. YOU SEE HOW EASY IT IS? My pulse steadies instead of spikes. Another message arrives.