Paranoia Stories

"Sometimes pain needs to be endured for pleasure to sprout. After we're done with you, you will be a simple happy girl who doesn't cause trouble." Josephine Keller was always an anxious girl, but she is pushed to her limits when she is placed under the torturous care of Dr.Grant and his hellish nurse Beatrice. Labelled as a paranoid schizophrenic and forced to endure barbaric treatment, she must fight her way to sanity and freedom.

Autumn was always a time that brought unpleasant feelings for Jeongin. The cold, the early darkness, the clowns and scary movies. His defenses were in place, but something wasn't quite right in his home, and soon his paranoia would be a battle for his wellness.

!PROCEED WITH CAUTION! These are some of my creepypasta research and experiences that happened to me while I started my investigation. Well, if you don't want weird things happening to you, I suggest you back away NOW.

They don't kill people. They kill identities. When out-of-work coder Erin Cross lands a dream job at Covenant Analytics, she thinks she's finally escaped a life of instability. The sleek tech firm offers more than just money-it promises purpose: "Protecting global digital truth." But behind the glass walls and wellness slogans lies something far more insidious. After stumbling on corrupted files tied to a woman who no longer exists-T. Madsen-Erin discovers Covenant isn't a consultancy. It's a privatized erasure agency, deleting people not from the world, but from history. Names vanish. Digital footprints disintegrate. Entire lives rewritten or scrubbed from existence. Now Erin is marked for deletion. With only a rogue engineer, a discredited whistleblower, and her younger brother to trust, she must expose the truth-before she becomes its next ghost. But when truth is managed by AI and memory can be rewritten, the real question isn't who's lying. It's who's left to remember.

*Sequel to the book Shy for a wife* Being the first born of a wealthy mother is another thing and being the first born to a workaholic is different. Well, I'm that. My name is Ruqqayya Ahmad and i am 20 years. Since when I was small I have been different from my other siblings. That kind of excluded me since I wasn't in the package. Whenever I greeted someone the first thing they say is "it is indeed true, she is the exact replica of my father." It annoyed me so much because I don't know what he looked like. My mom, cleared everything of his to make us feel better especially her but it makes me feel worse. I studied architecture in Canada to feel better. I came back and I am going to get married to a guy who works under his father in an architectural company after she works for him as an assistant. I had to fight with my colleagues becauseof how they disliked me which made me loose hope in any chance we have. I resolced it after months working there. We fell in love and then got married. Later after screwing up in some events I later find out that I have a small quantity of my father's disease. Please tell me, what could possibly be worse than that?

Alone. I am alone in my last life, I shall be in this life, I don't expect anything to change. Although once I realized, one simple factor, I realized that I no longer, can be alone in this world. I have to do something, to survive. (Temporary Summary) Kankuro X OC

After a car accident, Anatoly wakes up with total amnesia. From his friends and family he hears all about who he's supposed to be, but he can't shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong. Romance, ambition, the quest for self, an ever-expanding mystery, paranoia, madness, and unknown foes seek to drag him under. But at the core, this is a story about the age old question: "Who am I?"

This is a poetry/journal book about my experience in the Psych Ward. It's all true accounts with names changed for privacy. I wrote this while in the ward, except for the last day. Please take care in reading. If topics of suicide, depression, rape, molestation, and other possible topics are triggering for you, this may not be suitable to be read. [This poetry book is completed ✔] Ranking: #1 in poetry #4 in poem #10 in nonfiction #16 in Short story

❝He knew what he was doing. He wished he didn't.❞ a bully's perspective. Ⓒ 2015-16, paperhigh. Highest Ranking: #22 in Short Story [26/05/16]

So, last year I read Christine by Stephen King and I've loved the movie since I saw it growing up. I always wanted more, and now I've decided to create it. Arnie is dead. Christine was destroyed. Yet the impact they left behind remains. Dennis and Leigh feel guilty, not only for not being able to save Arnie, but for their feelings for each other, and the paranoia is no picnic either. Though when the final straw is placed upon the camel's back, they go back to Darnell's to convince themselves that it's really over... that Christine is really destroyed. Soon after, things take a nasty turn when Christine reappears to finish the job.

"Every system has an error. I just didn't know mine was real." After a data breach ruins her career, Aira Menon, a withdrawn data analyst, moves into a low rent apartment block called Varma Residency. It's quiet, ordinary except for one door that doesn't exist. The tenants avoid it. The watchman denies it. But Aira hears knocking from the wall beside her room. Soon, her work files start rewriting themselves. Her name appears in corrupted logs. And her reflection begins to blink when she doesn't. As her sense of time fractures, Aira realizes she's trapped in a loop that shouldn't exist one where data merges with memory, and memory rewrites reality. Welcome to The Null Room-404 where data becomes memory, and memory becomes the experiment. My first attempt at a psychological thriller so errors might hide between the lines. If you find any, maybe they're part of the story... or maybe they're just mine.

Asha doesn't sleep anymore. The doctors at St. Kilda say the insomnia is in their head-that the lights, the whispers, the movements are nothing but side effects and stress. But Asha swears the hospital is alive. Every night, the ceilings twitch. The walls breathe. Something in the vents whispers their name. They started keeping a diary to stay sane-to separate what's real from what isn't. But the pages keep changing when they're not looking. Sleep is mercy. Wakefulness is punishment. And the ceiling is watching.

Alice Rhodes's got a problem. Two problems, actually. One, she's starting to find it difficult to differentiate water from a decent bottle of tequila, and two, she needs a boyfriend. Fast. The latter wouldn't be a problem at all if only she could keep her dates around for more than a week. It was a disaster how fast boys kept dumping her just because...well, she didn't really understand why. Attachments were scary, especially when they were mostly always unrequited. And as long as she kept them a kiss away, they wouldn't tear her apart, would they? But then the universe, in its cruelest of ways, sends her stumbling into the path of Ryder Octavio McQuillan, and every single thing about him sets her off balance. He's everything Alice doesn't need in her quiet life. Because Ryder carries secrets--dangerous secrets--that only seem to breathe trouble. Alice desperately needs to stay away, but what if the only thing that can save her is the danger that's knocking on the door? . . . . . Text copyright © Crystal7016 ™ 2022

I thought it was all a lie... but now... I'm not so sure. ...I...I might be going insane... But you need to know what I know... see what I see. RUN

One can never trust peppa

Lloyd's extremely mundane life slowly gets becomes destined for the worst when a lurking figure disturbs his closing shift a local night club. Nothing can prepare Lloyd when he stumbles upon a blood bath of mangled roadkill. Hoping to escape this nightmare, Lloyd decided to vacation at his father's cabin in avoidance of the unexplainable occurrences happening back home. God, Lloyd couldn't have made a worse decision. Lloyd's tragic past will unravel itself in a horrific clusterfuck. Will these demons drain his sanity? Or we he succumb to a life of torment with haunting and gruesome destruction at every corner...

I'm going to try to explain why I act the way I do.

Paranoia.

Synopsis On the frozen world of Eres, beneath endless red skies and fields of ice, the Vega Outpost was meant to be a beacon of survival for twenty families. But when a research team uncovers a grotesque, half-living organism deep within a cave, the colony's fragile peace shatters. What they bring back is not a discovery-it's a contagion. Dr. Reyes, the lone survivor of the research sector massacre, manages to send out a desperate distress signal before the nightmare spreads further. Her warning brings the United Earth Rescue Task Force, led by Captain Mara Bishop, to investigate. What they find is a silent colony where the dead walk again-not as themselves, but as perfect imitations. Now, trapped in the icy darkness, Bishop and her twelve-person team must uncover the truth: is the horror they face alien, viral, or something far worse? As paranoia takes root and allies can no longer be trusted, survival will depend on one question- When the enemy can become anyone, who do you believe?

All it took was one spiked glass for Zanele to find out worse things can happen to her than death. No-it wasn't her fault. Her only crime was trusting her friends. Friends who despised her enough to sell her like an animal on the black market. Now she belongs to Antonio Velastro-a man who breaks women as effortlessly as he puts bullets through his family's enemies. With time, Antonio breaks and shatters Zanele in every way possible until she's had enough. Then she learns to smile with a blade at her throat and not blink when a gun barrel presses against a man's skull. But now she has to choose: is her freedom worth her life or is she better off on a Velastro's side?