Psychotic Stories Novels & Stories

Like those iron filings we all seem to attract, he started writing stories about the things that happen in this town when no one’s looking; the things that lurk in the dark corners everyone else would rather ignore. Do these stories really happen? There’s no way of knowing. Initially this uncertainty tormented him. He didn’t sleep well for a long while. However, publishing some of them in Things Slip Through has given him a measure of peace. Helped him embrace his . . . calling, if you will, just like we have. I grapple with cases that can’t be solved. Father Ward hears the strangest confessions, though he can’t share the specifics about most of them. Fitzy—even though he works in Utica—trea

I asked, and he nodded. “Theia, I had all your information because I was watching you,” he said, “but not to play a joke. But because your stories were flagged as a concern. You were writing about things that were happening in the supernatural world. And I don’t mean vague things, I mean with extreme accuracy.” “Oh,” I said again. A lot of my stories were based on my dreams after and around my seizures. Could they really be something other than my imagination? “So what do you mean by flagged as a concern?”

So your story, save it for the readers! - If it is simply paranoia after trauma, how can in a few days in the hospital create such a clear, clear, vivid life? Tell me, how can our brains be so delusional? I looked up, reaching out to push the books on the table: - Stop talking nonsense, get up and eat, I'm hungry! - Go now and always! Going to eat grilled buffet, I know this place is delicious! Please invite me! - The guy... - Do you have a small music box in your house?

I always have to spoil the fun. “That can wait. I have more pressing matters to deal with right now.” My dad narrowed his eyes and waited patiently as I said, “I need your help. It seems like I'm seeing things. The series of events began after I met with a patient in Our Lady of Piety's psychiatric hospital. He is a killer and a very scary one. The interview allowed me to determine the pathologies. In addition to schizophrenia, he suffers from neurotic episodes. But that is all. The strange thing is that he was speaking as if he was from another planet.”

They screamed— “You went up? You opened 509? You woke it up!” They told us— The room had been sealed 22 years ago. The man inside— A psychiatrist. He experimented on the insane. Went mad himself. One night, he locked himself inside… Scratched his own face off… And died. But his laughter— Still lived there. We ran. That night, Megha fell ill. The next day, her pulse slowed unnaturally. On the third day, she slipped into a coma.

"Poor Lily had a psychotic break. She tried to hurt herself, and we couldn't stop her in time." "I won't let you get away with this," I wheeze, each word sending fresh pain through my chest. "Who's going to stop us?" Alex laughs. "You? You're a mentally unstable woman who's been hallucinating for weeks. Even if you could convince someone to listen to you, who would believe your story?" He's right, and we all know it. The psychiatric records he forged, the supposed suicide note, the months of isolation—they've built the perfect cover story.

***Warning: The following stories are 18+ and contain content that may offend, disturb, and trigger some readers. These include physical, mental, and emotional abuse, as well as physical and sexual violence, and drug references. Read at your own risk... Isadora was a second-year student, and Miles was her professor. His love for her was forbidden and bordered on obsession. She felt trapped with no one to turn to. Until the substitute Professor Rhett enters... CHAPTER ONE - THE BEGINNING

just to be united once our part of the mission is done. It's not the end of story, but the beginning of a new chapter. We'll be back. We will. . . Hi guys its ur author rite hereeee!!! Thank u sooo much for reading Psycho up until this point!!! Now the love story of Carmen and Brian has sadly come to an end :)

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.

He thought the phone consultation was not enough, so he decided to see the doctor today. “Yes, and I’ve painted that person’s face twice. Last night was the second one.” The young painter was panicked the moment he opened his eyes this morning. His body trembled as he stared at the painting in front of him in horror. He was in his studio again, and he painted the mysterious girl again in his sleep. That's why he rushed to the hospital after calling the doctor. He needed a solution from his best friend now. It had been several years that Damien became a professional in the field of psychiatry, but he did not expect that René would be one of the people who suffered from mental disorders and ne