Psychic Bellevue Novels & Stories

she said, shaking her head. “Actually it does,” Arya said. “While I was in the Oracle, there was a scientist who worked for them; Mathias Scoffield. He researched mostly the mind of wolves and he theorized that there was something called the psychic pool,” she paused and let the word sink in. “It is a collection of the residual mental energy that we leave when we actively think of something. He claims if that pool his big enough, it can affect reality in itself.” “And does he have an example of this?” Beatrice asked.

Willow had agreed to go with her to the psychologist's. As Willow drove, she kept up a steady stream of conversation with Serena. "Dr. Morris is famous. I've heard a lot about her from my colleagues. Just relax during the appointment. Maybe you'll see some improvement after a few sessions with her." "Thanks. I've seen psychologists before, so I'm not nervous," Serena said. "That's good." Willow and Serena reached a high-end private psychiatric hospital and made their way to Evelyn's office. Serena entered the office to find a kind-looking, bespectacled, middle-aged woman in a knitted cardigan, who met her gaze.

“Since they gave it to you, hang it on the wall.” “Yes, Dr. Winston.” Harper beamed. She knew it—deep down, he was proud of her. “Also,” he added, flipping through a file, “there’s a new volunteer over at Belvia Psychiatric Hospital. Go there this afternoon and get a detailed evaluation.” Belvia Psychiatric Hospital? Just hearing that name made her brain buzz, and her fingers turned cold. That was where she had died in her past life. The place was hell on earth. Nine years ago, it wasn’t even politely called a “psychiatric center.” Its name had been brutally direct—Belvia Mental Hospital.

Aisha frowned. "Famous?" Matthew sighed. "You haven't read the medical literature, have you?" She shook her head. "No." "Arman's case has been studied for decades." The answer surprised her. Matthew leaned back in his chair. "Psychiatrists from all over the country have visited Belle Vue just to interview him." Aisha stared. "Why?" The older doctor was quiet for several moments. Then he spoke carefully. "Because most delusions break down eventually." His gaze shifted toward the notebooks.

My anxiety was growing by the minute, the more he was trying to calm himself the more he seemed to lose it. He was slowly becoming detached reality and I did not understand how just a simple question like that could send him so quickly over the edge. I was shaking my hands trembling quite badly yet I moved closer to him to try and comfort him. I found myself with hands in the air, just like they thought us in psychiatry about when approaching a psychotic patient. I wanted to him to know I meant no harm and I just wacted to help him. He was so detached I doubt he could even see me or register I was coming close to him. He was far gone, somewhere very far from us here right now. Possibly he h

Blake said looking troubled. "I thought you said she doesn't need one,why the sudden change of mind?".Mr Mane asked. "She's been acting weird recently and it's making me loose it.She screamed out of her sleep in the middle of the night claiming she saw a ghost".Blake explained to him. "Alright I'll get my friend who's a psychologist for you,you don't have to panic Blake everything will be fine".Mr Mane assured her. Blake came out of his office after booking an appointment with Mr Mane's friend who is a psychologist.She doesn't care whether what she's doing is right or not,all she wanted to do is to make sure her daughter is fine.

It was a horrifying sound. “He’s here,” Denai said with a panicked tone. “Who?” Baelil asked as his head spun from side to side while he tried to make sense of what was happening. “The psychic.” “Psychic?” Baelil said with disdain. “That’s not the work of a psychic.” “You’re right, it isn’t,” Rex growled as he moved out of the shadows and into their torchlight. The three men remaining in Baelil’s group rushed toward him. Rex took his arm and with one powerful swing knocked them to the ground. After which, he took his foot and crushed their skulls, one by one.

"No, Mickey, I'm sure you don't. But I do think you hear things." "Not heard anything about that." He sucks at his beer, draining the glass, which shakes in his hand. "You don't think it's a bit odd?" I say. "Pros trying for the supposed Beth Haswell at the City hospital?" "Yeah, that's right. She'd be at some fancy clinic, wouldn't she?" Then he clutches at his glass, shoulders rigid. Mmmm... Useless little runt... Harmless though... And scared shitless of something... Me?

A chill went down Olivia's spine when she thought about this possibility. This meant that the person was already scheming two years ago. Her heart skipped a beat when she thought of Belle's young face. And the way her suicide was reported by the news. It was possible that Belle died because of her. She tightened her grip on her phone. Her gaze was more determined than ever. She had to get to the bottom of this for Jeff, Belle, and for herself. She sent the details about Belle, Dr. Galloway, and the Harmony Psychiatric Hospital to Calvin.

“You said it felt like memories, right? Like before.....before?” “Yeah.” She hesitated. “Bella, do you ever think maybe you were someone else before this life? Like, actually? I don’t know, maybe that’s what the dreams are.” I gave her a look. “You sound like a conspiracy forum.” “I’m serious! Reincarnation. Past lives. Psychic echoes. It's not that crazy.” I laid back down with a sigh, staring up at the ceiling. “I don’t care what it is,” I murmured. “I just want it to stop.”