Psycho Thriller Novels & Stories

he pick up the pillow that I threw to him and harshly smack it to the bed, then he yells and suddenly laughed. What's happening? Why's his attitude became like this. It looks like he don't have conscience. What kind of person don't have conscience?… A psycho. Yeah. He's a psycho. Bullet is a psycho. That's why he's acting like this. There's no normal people would stalked someone they just knew and pretend to be kind. Just Bullet. Bullet is a psycho. Now my questions was answered by my own too. That's why he can hurt me now because he don't have to hide his real identity.

"Because I have liked you for a while now Alissa, but you haven't seemed to notice my efforts." "What efforts?" "I was the one who sent you the valentines day note and rose." "That was you?" "Yes." He rubbed the back of his head. "Well, I'm glad you asked me out." "Me too." The food came and they started eating and talking some more. When they finished, they went to the movie theatre. "What do you want to watch?" he asked. "Anything with a thriller in it." "Why?" he asked in an amused tone. "Well since Bird Box has come out. I have been on this horror thriller vibe mood. Have you watched it?"

With a stiff neck, I turn away. I focus on the dumbass ABC's strip that lines the top of the wall. I know we have some special students, but does Mr. Williams really think it's necessary? Then again, here I am talking about psychopaths. Of course he thinks we're stupid enough not to know the alphabet without having to sing the song. "It's a mental illness that not only affects the host, but also the people around them. They become victims to the rotten thoughts that plague the psycho’s mind, driving them to do insane things," I force myself to continue.

Those were my victims, my prey, and it felt so good to claim more and more of those damned souls without even really having to try, all because of something as simple as an inflated ego or a poor poker face. No one had ever got one over on me, no one but the sliest of them all. The viper that none of us saw coming. Lilith, the cold-hearted bitch that was after my own heart. And fuck did she get it. She held that thing in her hand while it took its last few beats. She was a vixen, a damned goddess who was painted red with my own blood. A sight to be seen, one I could never erase from my mind even if I wanted to. The look of pure savagery, with a smile on her lush lips and no spark of remorse

The two of us worked in perfect harmony, crying wolf while playing the thief ourselves, so seamlessly it was flawless. “If you don’t believe us, go check ward five zero three. The body is still there! “Let’s go!” The crowd rushed back to the fifth floor. Everything was exactly as we described. The thin woman lay on the bed, mouth open, face twisted in terror. “Nothing ever happened for days, and she only kills right before voting. The killer is very likely an impostor.” I kept fanning the flames. I felt a surge of satisfaction when I saw everyone nodded in agreement. This was locked in.