Psychology Stories Novels & Stories

A man hit by a car in New York in 1977 got up uninjured, but lay back down in front of the car when a bystander told him to pretend he was hurt so he could collect the insurance money. The car then rolled forward and crushed him I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

"Stratifying adds complexity that—" "That's necessary." Her eyes met his, and something electric passed between them. A challenge. A spark. An instant, visceral attraction that made his mouth go dry. "You can't isolate neural plasticity without controlling for the psychological predispositions that shape how the brain responds to stimulus. It's neuroscience 101, Dr. Chen."

"And get this, afterward he used her phone to post a statement saying the woman in the video was actually her and that she'd faked the whole thing because she was jealous of her best friend." "Please. A woman this talented, jealous of someone else? Sure." "Right? The best friend barely squeaked into the institute with the lowest score in the intake class, and she walks around like the world should be bowing at her feet." "The ex-boyfriend's no better. A couple of professors praised him once, and suddenly he thought he was the smartest person alive. Newsflash, everyone at that institute is brilliant." "There's more, too. Apparently, the best friend's family is broke, and the harpist paid for

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

she said. “I thought that it wouldn’t be as busy as it was in San Francisco but its crazy busy as well. I think people in this country care more about political drama than anything else. Eighty-nine percent of the news content is just politics, politics, politics. I am yet to decide if that’s a good thing or not….” “How about your co-workers,were they friendly?” Her mother asked. “Yes, everyone was friendly,” She lied. Natasha knew that telling her mother about the antagonistic and villain-like Luyando would only make her have unnecessary worries. “I know it’s just the first day but I think people aren’t as scheming as they were back home.”

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

I replied heading towards the door to leave. I was a Psychology Doctor abroad but right now I was in this hospital for the civil service in exchange for executing my research and gaining more experience. I was temporarily residing here until I finish my study. My senior told me earlier that I need to have this contract or else our big investor, which is her company, is pulling off their share which is supposedly the funds that we’re using in our research if we didn’t present another psychology Doctor to handle his son.

“You scared the poor boy, dude.” That was the first response he got from Damien Lau after he finished telling the whole story. The doctor visited him today, and he served some mineral waters to him. He was just a bachelor who didn’t really care about food at home and only had mineral waters with him. Despite being a bad host, the painter still dared to pour his heart out by telling the story that bothered him since yesterday. Yeah, he had told his friend about his ‘experience’ with his student yesterday.