Psycho Norman Bates Novels & Stories

Norman thought of the night he came home to find nothing left in the apartment. He paid no mind to the smell of stale beer and sweat that would have made anyone gag. The stale air mixed with the labored breathing of the thirty-year-old nobody. The sound of it could’ve driven anyone insane. Norman would make everyone pay. He waddled around the room setting up everything, and he had to make sure it was done by midnight. Norman made his way toward his closet and pulled out the bucket of cow’s blood. He had Jerry get it for him from the slaughterhouse. Norman could still see the look on the foreman’s face when he had ordered it.

Suddenly, Ciro had the idea of going to his step brother's house instead; he needed Carl's help at this point. "How did you let her leave for Spain because of some freaking FBI agent?" Carl asked with rage in his eyes after Ciro had explained what transpired "My Intel told me it was Code Red?" Ciro justified himself. "Your Intel? Jordan Norman, twenty five years of age, lives in Kansas city and was killed on October 11th 2019, three years back bro, he was killed three years back!! Whoever had called you was cloning Norman and because of that Elena is kidnapped" Ciro paced around, he was fidgeting with rage.

I asked Norma. Norma looked up, a smile plastered on her beautiful face. "That is Koltin Barnes," she leaned in closer then whispered in my ear, "you know, the guy who saved me the other day." "Oh." I watched Koltin closely as he took a seat right next to Norma. He was wearing black-framed glasses and a brown knitted hat and for some unknown reason, he reminded me a lot of Neville Longbottom. They both had that cute, nerdy smile. Afraid that he might notice me staring, I tried my best to look elsewhere. Compared to Hunter and his tattoos, Koltin looked like a saint.

I wait until I am in the middle of his office and watch as Norman stands and makes his way around his desk to stand in front of me before asking, “So, Norman, what is the news?” I shake his hand that he extends but at his touch, all I want to do is pull my hand away from his, grab his throat and rip it out. I pull in my emotions before they take too much of a hold and wait for his answer. “All her bloods came back normal…”

Maybe there was something going on between them. He turned on the coffee pot, made a fresh hot mug, then headed upstairs. Bates hopped into the shower within minutes. Cool water splashed his body, making the hairs on his chest stretch. He lathered the soap over his skin. Soon, the water ceased, Bates stepped out of the tub, grabbed a towel to dry off. Steam fogged the bathroom as he headed toward the mirror. He ran his palm over the glass wiping away the fog. Bates appeared a big man to society, with a two hundred and ninety pound frame. He was six foot three, with a bald head in the middle, graying on the sides. His chest hairs thick, his gaze wandered to his popped belly. At only fifty-eig

“High fever, as you said. Rapid pulse. But… I can’t find anything unusual.” My brow furrowed. “What do you mean, ‘nothing unusual’? She’s burning up! She’s unconscious!” “Medically speaking, Norman, there’s no infection I can detect. No signs of trauma, no fluid in her lungs, her heart sounds fine, brain activity looks normal for someone unconscious. It’s… bizarre. Like her body is in overdrive, but without a clear cause.” He shook his head, a rare look of confusion on his usually confident face. “I’ve never seen anything quite like it.”

I couldn’t believe it. He had Beth poisoned and I had heard nothing about it. “How? Why? Who? Is..is he okay? This must’ve been the reason he had looked so pale.” Norman stopped as well, turning to face me. His face was tight, his eyes weary and I noticed for the first time just how much of a toll this ordeal had been taking on him. He seemed aged, more haggard than he had ever appeared. “He’s fine,” he said and continued. “He is getting better apart the poison was very bad and has set in too much now hence confusing his thoughts. He is all messed up in the head, his emotions are screwing with him like hell. He does not know what to believe.”

she asked, her voice a little too quick, a little too loud. Norman's eyes darted away from her, his body going rigid. He reached for a glass of water on the nightstand, his hands shaking slightly, a silent confession that he was hiding something. He knew his dirty games. He knew that he couldn’t just visit an old associate like that, especially a man who could be a threat. It was an unspoken rule in his world. Never visit a suspect.

I asked Norma. Norma looked up, a smile plastered on her beautiful face. "That is Koltin Barnes," she leaned in closer then whispered in my ear, "you know, the guy who saved me the other day." "Oh." I watched Koltin closely as he took a seat right next to Norma. He was wearing black-framed glasses and a brown knitted hat and for some unknown reason, he reminded me a lot of Neville Longbottom. They both had that cute, nerdy smile. Afraid that he might notice me staring, I tried my best to look elsewhere. Compared to Hunter and his tattoos, Koltin looked like a saint.

I can’t imagine losing Hailey and Dexter; I would never remain the same. “Norman was a mess; he had so many therapists and visited some psychiatric hospitals. He completely lost his mind, and I did my best to save him. Months after her death, he suddenly snapped. He stopped crying, he became his normal self, and he changed. I was worried, but the doctors assured me he was medically fine. Since then, he travels, and he is never in the country. He stopped visiting her family, and he never mentions her name. He avoids all women who come close. I am worried for him; he can’t continue this way. Even though the doctors say he is medically okay, I still want him to visit more hospitals. He hasn’t h