Scary Voices Novels & Stories

"You shall escape!" "I don't know how!" It was my voice this time. More real than those voices. More desperate. I was expecting an answer. I was expecting those voices to overwhelm my mind again. Just like that day. But instead, they fell quiet. I looked around frantically for someone. Those voices must belong to someone. "Go over to River Styx. To the fellow souls." I blinked, feeling a lump form in my throat. For some reason, I felt so scared. Why was this happening to me? Why couldn't it have been normal for me?

I huffed. I threw myself on the bed, hanging my head phone over my head as I listened to throw back music from Dolly Parton. I always listen to her songs when I feel loved or I want to think of Luci, it helps me think straight. But damn hell! Instead of hearing her magical voice, I began to hear the same deep and husky voice I heard back at the kitchen. Seriously? This was getting a lot more scary than annoying. I changed to a different music, one with a hard beating to get the voices off my head but, no! Where the heck is this strange voice coming from? Like some group of people were having a serious conversation.

says the female voice that is not mine. "Shit! Oh no! But what is happening to me today? It's Eric for Goddess’s sake! He's my friend, he's my best friend! Why does my subconscious see him as if I wanted to fuck him in a thousand possible ways?" "Because that's what we want!" Says again the same voice. "Huh? I am going crazy! I hear voices now!" I'm freaking out. "You are not going crazy girl!... It's me! Let me go in!!"

It worked for a little while, but after three months it became unbearable. “Why the hell am I even doing this? What’s the big deal, anyway?” I muttered under my breath as I stepped into the lobby area of the building. “It’s not like I’m going to die from living here. They probably all live somewhere like this.” As I entered the lobby, I noticed that there wasn’t anyone around. Everyone who works here must go home during this time of year. Why am I even thinking about this? I mean, I’m supposed to be happy living here. I don’t have to worry about anything anymore. The money isn’t that bad; I can afford to buy whatever I need. The only thing is, I wish I could forget about these horrible dream

"Yeah. Like it's calling me. The voices—they're louder around it. Hissing about power, about Damon being weak." "Voices?" Sasha turned to me, her green eyes sharp, her hand dropping to her side like she was ready to grab her knife. "Jerry, what voices? You never told me about that." I rubbed my temples, the hissing surging—They're doubting you. Show them. "Started after the alley. Whispers in my head. Get louder when I hold the shard. They say I can take Damon, claim his pack. But sometimes... they say I'll burn it all down."

More tears sprout from her eyes as her breathing increases. “Why didn’t you tell me, Laura? I would have been there for you.” “Because I’m scared,” she choked. I study her pink cheeks and glossy eyes. “Scared of what?” “Of everything. Of everyone finding out I’m crazy.” “You are not crazy, Laura. That is the last thing you are.” Her trembling mouth parts as she attempts to catch her irregular breath. “All the voices are so loud. They felt so real. I felt them. I heard them.”

Then the door closed up on its own too, and I got so terrified! I looked around the room, the ceilings and saw that there was a tiny camera there and I could bet that I was being watched. I started hearing voices from left and right, in front and behind. "Return it." "Return it." "You thief." "You will die and your father's pack gets wiped out." The words kept being repeated over and over again and I had to cover my ears with my hands but their voices came even louder. Those were tormenting spirits as I had heard before but I had never encountered one.

I breathe out, sobbing through my voice that shattered at the continuous voices. “no!!!! Keep quiet!!!!!...” I grasped on my ears, shutting them, I curled myself to the corner, the never ending voices began my nightmares, mocking me. Tears streamed down my face as my body trembled in response to my own intense screams, and all the while I continued to yell, desperately begging for the tormenting voices to cease. Beyond that point, my memory was a blur, filled only with the haunting echoes of those painful whispers. I became sleep deprived as they stripped my sanity off into shreds.

He held his arm over me, and I watched with a feeling of pure disgust as our blood mixed together at the center of the altar, right above my head. At the same time, voices began to fill my head again. I had heard them before, but this time they were different and much louder. I heard a woman sobbing quietly in the back of my mind, her voice full of a grief that made my own chest ache. Then, other voices started screaming, demanding the destruction of everything in existence. They sounded angry and wild, but as I listened, I realized something that terrified me. The sobbing voice and the screaming voices were both the same person. I wondered who they belonged to, and why they were trapped in

she said, clasping my hand. “I'll try.” I clasped her hand back. I looked through it, the intense gaze I threw right into the iris of her eye, aiming to find the lie there. I took a deep breath, trying to trust Doctor Sarah. “Recently, I have heard mysterious voices telling me to die. When the voice comes, then my head will feel dizzy and my consciousness will be out of control.” Doctor Sarah nodded her head. “Are you afraid of something?” My head looked up, my eyes stared towards the right, and tried to remember something. “Yes. I'm afraid of… blood,” I replied in a quivering voice.