You'd Be Paranoid Too Book Novels & Stories

When Harriet flipped through the medical book and was about to close it, the medical book suddenly ignited itself. Even the letter Miriam wrote to her burned to ashes. It was as if Miriam didn't want anyone else to know her secrets. Harriet sighed, knowing what she had to do next. Just as she stood up, the iron door behind her suddenly opened. Before she could react, a figure rushed in. It was Delbert, but his state was abnormal. The previous tenderness in his eyes was gone, replaced by fierceness. At that point, Delbert could no longer suppress his paranoia and irritability.

Hart has displayed increasing paranoia. Paranoia. I did not say that word. They did. And now it exists publicly. I close my eyes. This is the next phase. Not containment of Leah. Containment of me. If they can convince the world I am unstable, then any claim I make about her relocation becomes delusion. Any accusation becomes symptom. Any protest becomes proof. I pick up my phone again. A new message waits. YOU SEE HOW EASY IT IS? My pulse steadies instead of spikes. Another message arrives.

Someone who’s been here longer, who’s been guarding secrets bigger than mine. When I leave the library, the halls feel different. Heavier. Every set of eyes I pass feels sharper, hungrier. Like they all know something I don’t. By the time I reach my dorm, the paranoia is buzzing through me so loudly I can barely think. I lock the door behind me and sink onto the bed, staring at Noah’s picture on the pinboard. “Whoever you pissed off, Noah,” I whisper, “they’re still here. Still playing.” The silence answers, like always.

I prayed silently that there shouldn't be any more blood and bodies and the more I thought about it, the more the food in my mouth tasted like acid. Tucked away between shelves of books I couldn't concentrate on, I spent the day at the library. I read the same page again and again. My mind was constantly racing. Something I couldn't place made my chest feel tight and there was a lingering headache somewhere in my head that I wanted to go away. I didn't know why I was paranoid, maybe it was fear, maybe it was peace feigning tranquility before catastrophe. I didn't think about it much until I heard it first. A shout. A crash. Another scream. From a woman, from down below. I ran after dropping

She added, I could see the worry in her eyes. “I know! I know I sound silly and paranoid but I just feel uneasy when it comes to Nora or I think about the journal! It has an evil aura to it and Nora isn't nice herself. I just can't ignore the fact that I could expose her if I laid my hands on the book!” I uttered, I was getting frustrated by this issue.

I'm trying to sound as confident as possible. It falls silent and I hear a noise of something breaking. "Don't lie to me, Thea." The guy is angry. How the hell do you know I lied? I force myself to get up from the furniture and walk away from the cell phone and this shit. I start to move slowly and look for I don't know what. Paranoia consumes me. I know he sees me, he does. I'm looking for a tiny camera in my apartment; I lift the vase, look behind the pictures in the room, turn on my body and contemplate every corner in the distance. I don't see anything out of place. Had I been here, I might have noticed. However, everything is just as I left it when I left a few hours ago.

They were being observed, manipulated, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Inside, the four of them felt the creeping weight of paranoia. Every glance, every hesitation, every half-spoken word carried a thousand possibilities. Trust fractured like thin ice underfoot, and each of them wondered silently who would break first. If the person behind the messages had returned after ten years, if the victim might still be alive, then none of them were safe. The forest had claimed them once before, and now it seemed to extend its reach beyond the trees, into the rooms, into their thoughts, into their very nerves.

“So they won’t lead the cops to me?” “No,” he assured me. “They’ll be too busy dealing with their own problems.” I exhaled and leaned back, still checking the window every few seconds, scanning the streets below for any signs of danger. The paranoia was eating me alive. Jasper noticed. “Why do you keep doing that?”

"Listen to yourself. Listen to how paranoid you sound." "I'm not paranoid..." "You absolutely are, you've convinced yourself that everyone's lying except you. That there's this massive conspiracy to fake a pregnancy and destroy your marriage. That's textbook paranoia, Eve." "Or it's accurate assessment of a situation you're too blind to see..." "I'm not blind, I'm looking at the evidence. Real evidence, not theories and suspicions and things you think you overheard. Medical evidence that says she's pregnant." "Medical evidence that could have been manipulated..."

Not many people bothered me this late. An icy cold feeling shot through me as I wondered if the Michaelson brothers had gotten away from Neal and were back. That paranoia had me stunned there for a moment, but another knock snapped me out of it. I could just look through the peephole, right? Swallowing, I put my book down and shakily got up from the couch, my stomach twisting. If there was any danger, they wouldn't waste the time and knock on my door, they'd break in or something. Surely, common sense would mean I'd simple been paranoid.