The Gaslight Effect Novels & Stories

She tossed two small, compact silver cans towards them. Shaw caught both, fumbling both hands for a second before securing them. He rolled them over in his palms, furrowing his brow in confusion since they were unlabelled. "What...?" "It's a LumenSilence Gas," Sloane folded both arms. "The gas triggers a temporary neuro-block by flooding the respiratory tract with a sedative compound…, numbing cognitive processing so quickly that the victim cannot react or form a coherent memory of the event." "Uhh..." Kane grunted, scratching his head in bewilderment. Shaw just continued to glance between the unlabeled cans, and I was completely lost.

I would not admit to this weakness. “You see, this isn’t really our Medical Centre,” said Alpha Blare, and there, at long last, was the smugness I’d expected to hear. “It is made to look like one, and it is rather convincing, if I do say so myself. This is actually more of a containment unit – and it has this wonderful little trick. It’s filled with a gas that, over time, knocks a person out. It takes hours, and it happens so gradually that nobody ever sniffs it out.” “You’re in here,” I said, blinking rapidly. It was a placebo effect – the room wasn’t really spinning; my knees weren’t really buckling.

He said. I didn't know why but I didn't believe a word that came out of his mouth "I don't believe you" Femi sighed and yawned "I really don't know what else to tell you babes." He said and laid back down which irritated me the more. For all I knew, he may have tried to touch me or even touched me. I would never ask him to lay in bed with me on purpose. He was trying to gaslight me. I quickly got out of the bed and started looking for my stuff. My shoes were still on and I found my purse on the little black desk that was situated in the deep corner of the room.

he asked again, albeit with sarcastic intent meant to mock the woman. “No…!” Doctor Royce chided. “We bring society to book” she fired, playing by the Agent’s game. Caught in the joke, the Federal Agent slowly pulled a smirk on his face only to in the next second burst into laughter. “Yea, right…” he said, sobering up immediately and looking at the woman, and the papers in front of her. “So how do you hope to do that with uh…the files?” he asked, picking up the papers from the woman. Looking at it, he saw the texts ‘Cause and Effect: A window into the Psyche and Mind of the Criminal’ printed atop. “Hope that we sign it and have these rogues back on the streets to fight us?” the Agent said, r

He asked like he was figuring something out But thinking about it now,I recall the light of the room was dim and it smelt rather nice but an unusual smell,something I don’t know of. “Yhh,it smelt different like nice yet strange and the room light was dim.” I answered him “That’s it.” He said standing up like he had finally figured it out. “You my friend was drug with medetomidine gas.” He continued “What!!!.” I exclaimed “Yes Manuel,that’s why the room smelt nice yet strange and the light were dimmed,they work better and faster when it dark,” he said to me

"Don't you see what he's doing? He's a psychopath. He knows we're onto him, so he took a picture of himself and planted it in your pocket to gaslight you. He wants you to think there's some bigger, scarier monster out there so you'll doubt your own mind and run straight into his arms for protection. It's a sick mind game, and I'm not letting him get inside your head." I wanted to believe him. God, I wanted to believe that Brody was just a twisted, obsessive freak acting alone, because the alternative—that someone else was watching me, someone who had been close enough to slip a photo into my pocket while I was standing in a crowded lawn—made my skin crawl with a primal, suffocating terror. B

I replied. “What about the woman?” He asked again and this time I was getting agitated. “Which woman?” “The woman you’re breeding with…” “I’m not breeding…” I sharply replied and glared at Melody again. “But there are rumors, and rumors don’t start out of the blue…” “Aren’t you all too old and wise to be listening to rumors?” I hit back at them. There was silence and I liked it, I know it’s not right but in situations like these, gaslighting is my best clapback. However, I knew there was more to do because Melody was probably connected with them through mind link, and poisoning them against me.

he said pointing at the empty space "Who? I don't see anyone" Julius answered. "What!" He exclaimed and turned sharply towards where I was supposedly standing, "What!" He exclaimed again when he couldn't find me. "I swear he was standing there a second ago" Julius cocked his brow I had to give it to him, he was such a good actor, the expression on his face made the man begin to question his own sanity. This was gaslighting and I loved it, so long as it was helping me out

he cried, still shaking. "Tate, calm down. Did you take an edible or something? Tell me what's going on. Where are you?" I said, trying to calm him down. I knew I was gaslighting him, but I had to get him to stay calm so he didn't do anything irrational or stupid. "Tate!" I shouted his name, and he was silent for a while. "Yes..." he cried and stuttered out. "Send me your location. I'll come get you," I said, trying to calm him down.

Had I been so careful, so deliberate, that even my own recollection could not be trusted? "You are trying to manipulate me," I said, but there was no conviction in it. Only the raw edge of fear, the first crack in the armor I had built around myself. "You do not get to gaslight me while hiding behind the law." He shrugged, deliberately casual. "Gaslighting implies intent, Adrian. I am merely pointing out what is already true. You always wanted control. You always believed observation was protection. Sometimes observation does not stop events from unfolding. Sometimes it accelerates them."