Psycho Norman Bates Novels & Stories

Norman nodded admiringly. "I only know a little about medicine. I wouldn't say that I'm a miracle doctor. Just call me Sebastian," he said modestly. "Well, Sebastian, you are much too modest. I'd like you to have a look at me later," Norman said, smiling. Sebastian nodded slightly. Actually, the moment he had entered the room, he had sensed an evil energy from Norman. Although Norman looked energetic on the outside, there was a faint dark energy hidden on his forehead. Those who didn't understand the spells of the mystic sects might have just assumed that Norman's health was declining due to his old age, but the truth was that he had been invaded by an evil presence!

As much as he wanted to make me disappear, he knew he would be miserable without me. He didn’t confirm it or deny it. “I’m fine, Cato. Really. I’ve been through worse.” His eyes moved to the wound at my shoulder, the scar I would carry for the rest of my life. “Bates is complicated. He comes off as a violent psychopath, but he’s just—” “Trying to protect you. I understand.” “He doesn’t go around raping and beating women.” “I figured. When you’re handsome and rich, you don’t really need to rape anyone…”

Low and unhurried, like he had nowhere else to be and nothing more important than the syllables of my name. I looked up. Norman stood at the hallway entrance in his white coat, a tablet in one hand, looking exactly the way he always looked — composed, professional, and completely unfair. His brown eyes found mine immediately, and something shifted in his expression, just barely. A flicker. Gone before I could name it. He held the door open. “Come on back.” The examination room was small and too bright and smelled like rubber gloves and cold air. Norman closed the door behind us and set his tablet on the counter, scanning whatever notes the receptionist had pulled up.

"That sounds nice." "Yea.. I could feel his heartbeat so closely. It was fast. But it calmed me down. I think...that's when I found out I too, had feelings for him." "Oh. You like him?" I chuckled. "Right? I like my own target. I like a psycho. I..like a killer." "I don't think there's anything wrong with that." "What do you mean?" "A psycho is a psycho for a reason. There's must've been a trigger for that. He was once normal, you know?"

Diana said again whilst demonstrating her hand. "I really feel like puking." She groaned out with her eyes closed. __~ Mr Norman paced round his room with a glass of wine in his hand. He slugged down every content in the glass cup at once and dropped it on the table. He sat down and poured in yet another quantity from the bottle. He brought out the reason he has been pacing around from his back pocket and stared into it. Since he came back from the hospital with the woman's picture, he hasn't been himself.

She increased the volume gradually and what was viewed on the TV could easily be heard. “....Father was fine yesterday.....Father led the mass yesterday and seemed very fine....I don't know why....”The nun breaks down in tears as the reporter moved her out of frame to be consoled. “.....He had slumped in his home and wheeled into the hospital at 4am this morning. He was confirmed dead twenty minutes into his arrival at the hospital”The reporter added. The cathedral was familiar,the news was painful to watch. Rachel was too overwhelmed with terror to move,she stood still,her pupils dilated and her respiration shallow,trying to settle herself.

The doctors said I was suffering from extreme mental and emotional exhaustion, my body simply shut down once I was safe. "I should have been faster," Norman murmurs, bowing his head. "I should have protected you. This is my fault." I reach out with my free hand, touching his cheek. I shush him softly. "It’s nobody’s fault, Norman. Not yours. You came for me. You kept your promise." The next morning, the lead doctor comes in to check my vitals. He looks at my charts and smiles kindly. "You’re a fast healer, Ms. Davis. Physically, your levels are stabilizing. I’m comfortable declaring you safe for discharge today."

I turned to see Norman propped up on one elbow, his dark hair a mess, his eyes heavy with sleep but locked onto me with predatory focus. "I’m not running," I whispered, though my heart was already starting to gallop. "I just... I need to be with my son, Norman. I haven't given him his morning kisses. I feel like a terrible mother." Norman sat up, the sheet falling to his waist, revealing the magnificent, scarred expanse of his chest. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. He didn't put on a shirt. He just walked toward me, the sheer size of him making the small room feel even smaller.

Luca looked at me in confusion before hearing Bates choking over his cereal. "Bates!" He bellowed getting out of the bed, nearly tripping as he struggled to pull on his sweatpants and run at the same time. He slid past me, into the hallway. "You've got ten fucking seconds to explain why the hell you're in my house!" he yelled. I heard the barstool slide backwards. "Not thinking, clearly," Bates said defensively, panic in his voice. "I swear to Betty Crocker I was just trying to see if the scent covering thing worked!"

Cynthia As usual, Norman is late. The lawyers and I are waiting in the lobby for him as he strolls in, an hour late. He blinks when he sees us. "Why're you nitwits standing here? What, did Dad kick you out?" He bursts into laughter at his own joke, and I grimace at the grating sound. Even as a child, Norman was not the most attractive one of the lot. Where his personality and attitude could have made a vast difference, the ugliness inside him is always on the surface.