Paranormal Paranoia Novels & Stories

Beautiful was another. Her obsession with him led to paranoia. Penny thought she was seeing the man everywhere she went. It wasn’t bad enough that his eyes followed her into her dreams, but she could have sworn she saw him a few times, following her on the street. On the train, she had thought she saw him, but when she walked towards where he had been standing, he wasn’t there. Penny attributed her hallucinations to guilt. Guilt-induced hallucinations. It wouldn’t have been the first time her guilt had manifested into what she thought was flesh and blood. She had a habit of obsessing over things, and whenever she did, they only got larger than life.

The last thing I need is to accidentally block someone I actually want to hear from. And yet, deep down, I know I’m probably too late. Everyone—everyone—is involved. How could I have missed the signs? Maybe I’m just so stupidly trusting. Or maybe I’m just that good at ignoring red flags when I’m tired of seeing them. Whatever it is, I’m over it. Over him. Over all of it. I stand up, tossing my coffee cup into the trash, and make my way out of the park. The paranoia is creeping in now, though. I start glancing around, my neck tingling with that awful sensation you get when you feel like you’re being watched.

I can feel it. When someone is paying too much attention to me, when their eyes are examining me… I can feel it. It’s a low rumble in my stomach. It’s the boom of every heart contraction. The little hairs on my arms and neck stand tall. You can call it paranoia, but I’ve been experiencing it for the last three years, and I’m never wrong. Someone is watching.

"But for now, you need to rest and recover. We'll keep a close eye on you, and if anything happens, we'll be there." I nodded, feeling grateful for their support. But even as they left the room, I could feel the sense of unease growing more substantial, like a storm brewing on the horizon. Over the next few hours, I tried calming myself down, but it only seemed to worsen things. Every sound and every movement seemed to set me on edge, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was about to happen. As night fell and the room grew darker, my paranoia reached a boiling point. Avril had not returned. I wanted to mind-link her to find out if she was okay, but she wasn't answering. Not ev

I ignored the longing that bloomed in my chest, forcing my chin to remain high and my back tall. "Sleep well, Darling?" He purred, leaning back in his leather chair. I had been in this office more often than not when we were lovers. I knew this room was spelled to protect him from unpredictable dangers like me; unlike his brothers, Lucifer had always been paranoid, taking extra precautions to ensure no one ever got the upper hand on him. Of course, no one but me, nothing is impenetrable, and there is always a first for everything. His paranoia was the only thing that saved his ass from me all those years ago, but this time, this time, it was different. There were no more secrets or hidden ag

And it means that I am not alone in the room. Someone is with me. I can feel an unsettling presence floating around me. On the massive bed, I snap my head to the curtains. I can feel the unsettling presence lurking behind the curtains, staring at me. Quickly, I snap my head to the wardrobe, and I can feel it —whatever it is— I can feel that it will pop out of the wardrobe any second. That which I cannot see haunts me, getting me paranoid. My pulse rises, and my heart begins to beat faster. Its aura is menacing, troubling and there is something definitely evil about it.

“It could be also be a bunch of other things, but in your case, a sign makes sense.” “It’s a sign?” I repeat. “Hear me out, okay? The person or thing dragging you signifies Jack. Your fall signifies the fact that he always leads you or rather, drags you into trouble and you always hitting your head shows that nothing, absolutely nothing good, ever comes out of it.” “That’s quite a theory. You pick that up from your shows?” “Yes.” She replies confidently. “I have learnt that our mind can find ways to manifest the fear or uncertainties lurking in our subconsciousness. Yours could be through those nightmares. It could also be your mind’s way of warning you of danger.”

“That glow in your hands? That’s one of your gifts. The Paranormal Sense. It warns you—lets you feel when something evil is near.” My breath caught. “What do you mean by evil?” “We won’t know,” Nathan said quietly, “until you see it.” But then—a screech tore through the silence. Not human. Not natural. All heads turned. We raced out of the room. And froze. Down the corridor—chaos. Blood smeared across the walls. Two guards were pinned to the ground, screaming as shadowy figures fed on them, tearing at flesh with movements too fast to track. Gunshots rang out—pop-pop-pop!

A faint voice filtered through the mirror: “I said I’m trying. She suspects something. No, not yet. I can’t risk exposing too soon. The bindings haven’t cracked. Stop pushing me—” “The queen is watching. She always watches.” That last part wasn’t Lana’s voice. It was something else. “Okay, I hate that,” Broccolini said with a shudder. “Did anyone else hear that second voice? That didn’t sound like sass. That sounded like… teeth.” Mr. Yellow grunted. “We’ve got a definite parasite situation.” “And potentially a split-psyche magical possession with delayed detonation effects,” added Anton, flipping a miniature scroll. “We should recommend quarantine and magical exorcism, possibly involving sac

I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching me. The penthouse was quiet, too quiet. Zane had gone down to his office for a late-night call, leaving me curled on the sofa with my blanket and the flicker of the muted TV. Shadows clung to the corners, dark patches that seemed to move when I wasn’t looking. Every creak in the walls, every groan of the heating system made me twitch. I checked the locks twice. Then three times. The glass of water I held trembled in my hand until I slammed it back down, irritated with myself. This wasn’t me. Or maybe it was. Maybe paranoia was all I had left, circling me like a predator.