The Voice In Your Head Novels & Stories

‘You could be buried alive, right beneath you,’ a creepy voice whispered in my head, and my eyes, which were shut, snapped open. Chills broke out on my back, and I swung my head toward the door, which stood tilted to the side. “Why would I be buried alive?" I whispered to myself, shivering at the thoughts. ‘Why don't you find out, right beneath you?’ My eyes widened when I realized that the voice in my head was real. It was speaking to me, reading my thoughts, and listening to my words, but what dismayed me was that it wasn't my wolf. It was something else.

Who was he to say no to that offer? With each thrust, the voice in his head wouldn't stop. Even before he called "Hot"(as he saved her name on his phone) to come over, the voice was already trying to dissuade him. Calvin already figured that whatever was talking in his head could read his mind, but he still ignored it. It had been a few weeks and the voice was ever present. He was worried about it at first, but he just told himself that the voice would go away the same way it came. All it talked about was finding a "mate" and the "others". Calvin couldn't comprehend what any of that meant.

"I heard this voice inside my head, Sarah…" Now that I was no longer in front of so many people, the force of the shock was almost to the point of being overwhelming. "A voice?" Her eyes widened. "Your wolf?" "No," I shook my head immediately. "It was different. This one sounded lighter…I-I can't explain how different, but I just know this wasn't my wolf!" Was there a proper way to explain what I was hearing? How do you describe a voice in your head without sounding like a crazy person? I didn't know…but whatever it was, I knew this wasn't the voice of my wolf…it was something else. Something I've never heard before.

“I shouldn't have bothered you.” “You aren't bothering me,” I plead with him. “It's just this stupid voice in my head. It won't leave me alone.” “You are hearing voices?” Osiris asks. The look on his face tells me that he is clearly concerned about me. “I am only hearing one voice,” I huff. “A very annoying voice.” “And you don't have a wolf?” Osiris asks with his eyebrows furrowed together. “Nope,” I sigh. “You think I am crazy, don't you?”

I stepped forward slowly, I hated that I’d become this person, jumpy, paranoid, scanning every corner like a ghost might leap out of the shadows. I have been burnt and beaten a lot since this started happening. The professor’s car pulled up to the curb, He got out from the driver’s seat and walked over, expression carefully measured. “You okay?” he asked. I nodded before my brain could even process the question. “Yeah.” “You don’t look okay,” he said, reaching to take the duffel from Kaiden. “And you don’t need to lie to me.” “I’m trying,” I said, voice low. “But I keep hearing that guy’s voice in my head. The one who said I’d die if Kaiden didn’t help them. It’s like I hear it every time I

“I can’t be around him right now.” “Why?” I swallowed hard. “I keep hearing…” I looked toward the door to make sure Rex couldn’t hear us. He was still outside, I could hear him pacing. Amber leaned closer. “What is it?” I took a shaky breath. “The voice…” She blinked. “What voice?” “The one in my head….it keeps talking “ . “What does it say?” I looked down at the floor. “It keeps…” I felt embarrassed saying it out loud. “It keeps calling Rex…” I hesitated.

"It was right there, it was inside my head, I heard it clearly." He said nothing. Three years ago I had woken up in that hospital bed and for the first three days there had been a voice. Same voice, it was the same sharp impatient quality, talking at me from somewhere I could not locate. The doctors had told me it was a dissociative response to the trauma, a coping mechanism my mind had constructed, and eventually the voice had gone quiet and stayed that way and I had told myself they were right. I had been imagining it. That stress did strange things to the brain.

There I met Mason with an apron around his neck and his back facing me, my eyes zeroed on the tap little drop of water falling on the sink. Don’t tell me this is the sound I was hearing from Mason’s room! “Yes, it is!” I heard in my head Am I going crazy? Why do I keep hearing this particular voice in my head? Or does everyone have a talking subconsciousness? “I’m not your subconsciousness, I’m your wolf!” Huh?! My what?! “Your wolf!” I shake my head, I’m really going crazy. “I’m Dyna,!” I rolled my eyes, Dyna or whatever you call yourself, please stop talking in my head.

The sound of the voice reminds me of something deeply disturbing and the only thing I can picture is probably someone attempting to chew metal screws, or more precisely, the sound of teeth breaking as this someone attempts to consume metal. “Us?” I ask as calmly as I can, arching an eyebrow. “I see only one body, not multiple. Did you fail preschool or something?” I add, trying to joke mainly to shift the focus away from the nasty voice. “Us,” the voice repeats, growing louder and more insistent. “There are many more from where I come from. Just because you get rid of one doesn’t mean you win. Cut off one head and two will grow back.” I feel like I’m supposed to take the words as a threat, b

I just needed tomorrow off to get my life in order. 'And get Asher out of your mind?' My inner voice muttered. I rolled my eyes at the name that shouldn't be mentioned. But I didn't have the strength to bicker at her or at me rather, regardless of the weird fact that I have been having conversations with a voice in my head which seems to be me but at the same time seems to have a helluva opinion of it's own, I've resolved that I may have probably inherited some of mum's psychotic disorder.