Shooting It Is the Devil. 25 Horrifying (And Heartbreaking) True Stories From The Psych Ward. I’m about to go out. I just had to go and choose the cheapest apartment, the only one in the basement. I figure this will be one of my last chances to write legibly, as, without my sight to correct mistakes, my hands will slowly forget the motions involved. Nothing happened. I looked through the glass that ran up the outer wall of the stairwell, but it was that warped, thick kind that scatters the light, not that there was much to see through the rain to begin with. She witnessed her mother’s brutal murder at age 4 and was not found for almost a week. Sometimes it was almost *too* much to swallow because several of the situations could (if not all) could actually happen! I screamed. Schizophrenia comes with a wide range of symptoms, depending on the individual and the type of schizophrenia they are dealing with. “Nah, I don’t feel like looking for some strange place by myself in the middle of the night,” I said, looking out the window at the silent windy street that secretly scared me just a tiny bit. The last e-mail I got from anybody was a friend saying he’d talk to me when he got back from the store, and that was yesterday. I saw her on my computer through the camera outside, I heard her on the speakers through the camera outside, but was it real?! Everyone I normally talk to online while I program has been idle, or they’ve simply not logged on at all. I never opened the front door, until that incredibly stupid stunt with the hidden camera after which I ran straight to my room and slammed the door. I absolutely recommend this to everyone who likes horror short stories. Although she was stressed at this time, she had no other symptoms of... She began having delusions. If I’m at the mall, I may see a dead child in the dressing room. The psychiatrist had an older voice, authoritarian but still caring. I looked through the heavy door’s small square window, and received quite the shock: it was definitely not lunchtime. Of course it was Amy! Lightning flashed, and I could have sworn that, for just a moment, the old grainy blue wood looked just like rough stone. I got a descendant of it – my friend could have broken down too, and tried to warn everyone he knew against his paranoid fears. I’m going to check my email, shave, shower, and finally get out of here! For more see About SSRIs . Writing this down helps a lot – it makes me realize that nothing is wrong. I didn’t care what the reply was, or if I embarrassed myself. I watched the webcam on my computer intently, seeing the hallway outside my door and most of the stairwell. I almost fell for it. Plus, I found something in the closet last night that has helped me tremendously: a television! I just need to call someone. You never know if you might find zombies or ghosts or vampires in a good horror story! I haven’t opened my own solid door since I flung open the front door of the building. Maybe it’s just because it’s the only communication I’ve had at all since… god knows when. “This schizophrenic woman whose psychosis had the real-life origin of Dexter the TV character. My nerves feel shot. Seen with your own eyes don’t trust them they… wait… was that desperate message telling me to trust my eyes, or warning me about my eyes too?! paranormal, gamerdjay, thrillertopper. Back to the beginning, with the phone call from Amy, she was effectively asking me to open the door and go outside. I recommend Psychosis and Fire of the Soul from this collection of stories, along with Scribblings, Correspondence. I tried looking out the window and waiting for lightning to illuminate the gloom, but the rain was too heavy and I couldn’t make out anything more than vague weird shapes moving at odd angles in the waves washing down the window. These stories are presented to raise awareness of the kinds of experiences that can happen when people "drop acid," although the experiences described are individual and not necessarily representative of what is experienced by all users of LSD. ... you might not be aware that the Wendigo plays a pivotal role in one of his most famous horror stories. I can’t be deceived! Any cookies that may not be particularly necessary for the website to function and is used specifically to collect user personal data via analytics, ads, other embedded contents are termed as non-necessary cookies. You’re probably familiar with the horror stories like that of Andrea Yates, who tragically drowned her five young children in 2001. We also use third-party cookies that help us analyze and understand how you use this website. Each one had a main character who was going crazy for one reason or another. Oh my god. If there was some unknown force at work trying to trick me, as I feared, there was no way they could know about that day. The thing comes to me, masquerading as Amy. Maybe I just haven’t talked to anyone in awhile. He wanted to smile at the man’s steadfast resolve, a reminder of the human will to survive, but he knew that the patient was completely delusional. He said I am part of a wave of ‘emergent behavior’, that a lot of other people are having the same problem with the same fears, even though we’ve never communicated. In the end, though, it was all too perfect, too flawless, and too real. I’m not sure why I’m writing this down on paper and not on my computer. Horror Writer. I started reading this because I needed to kill time in a silent way and wanted to read scary stories. It told me that she loved me, that she had always loved me, that it didn’t understand why I did this, that we could still have a life together, if only I would stop insisting that I was being deceived. That’s the worst part, the part I almost can’t handle. That's what I thought will running through this story. Great set of short stories, just wanted a bit more from each one. Short Stories featuring Psychosis Here are the top short stories, fanfiction, poetry, and posts about Psychosis on Commaful, including topics like "schizophrenia", "depression", and more. “Just feeling cooped up. All of these damn things with their wires and their signals that originate from some unseen origin! “You know where I live.”, “Oh, of course,” she said abruptly. If it needs that, then maybe, just maybe, I am a thorn in its agenda. After all, a sane man would have fallen for the deception long ago. I just needed to see another person! Poke my eyes out? By Allison McCabe On March 29, 2009, Robert Stewart, 45, stormed into the Pinelake Health and Rehab nursing home in Carthage, North Carolina and opened fire, killing eight people and wounding two. The lack of windows down here makes day and night seem to slip by seamlessly. Your home for the highest-quality audio horror entertainment on YouTube, featuring a wide variety of tales professionally voice acted and set to music and SFX. I’ve been pacing back and forth, alternating between stark terror and overpowering disbelief. Tanara, a patient living with schizophrenia, shares the story of her diagnosis and how she is coping with the disease. Before I could think on it further, the phone rang loudly, shocking me yet again. Then, the droning silence suddenly reasserted itself in my ears. It sounds exactly like Amy, feels exactly like her. It should be surprising, then, to find a wide range of stories available with which to entertain, empathize, and educate. Just prove to me you’re you.”, “Um, alright,” she said slowly, thinking. I know that I’ve said that everything has seemed odd, but… still, he was very vague in his responses. I went out into the stairwell and up the stairs, only to find disappointment. I have to give him one thing. Signals through a camera, faked video, deceptive phone calls, emails! I’m watching it right now, and I don’t see anything interesting. Read Psychosis from the story Short Horror Stories (Dutch) by GamerDJay ( ° T ¤ X I C ° ) with 377 reads. That day wasn’t anywhere in the world except in my memory. Of course, that doesn’t mean anything in particular, as she could have just gone outside to make the call. I gave this series 3 stars because I really liked the actual stories. My strange fear has almost passed. My alarm clock read 3 am. It’s just signals, waves, light… the door! Its recreation is perfect. I came back to get my webcam. My messages grew more frantic, and I started telling people where I was and to stop by in person for a host of barely passable reasons. PaxilCR; Statement of Tom & Kathy Woodward at 9/13/2004 FDA Hearings; Woody Matters. One of those people might be melting down right now, after being triggered by something I sent them, something they might interpret any way that they want, something like a text saying seen anyone face to face lately? I have a mental disorder. The week leading up to the incident, I felt abnormally good. Most were idle or away from their computer. I know it’s crazy, I know it’s unfounded, but what if? And then I got my first email a few minutes after that conversation! One of the doctors lost his wife in a car accident. It masks itself as a kind nurse, as an unsympathetic doctor. I wish it did. “Right,” she said. I know that I couldn’t bash through any of the doors in this building, let alone the heavy basement ones. This is a sort of self-indulgence, this writing… it’s a relic of another time, because I’m certain everyone left in the world is dead… or something far worse. Still, there was something a little off about that conversation. Each one had a main character who was going crazy for one reason or another. Let us know what’s wrong with this preview of, Published I opened the stairwell door and wandered down the hallway. Not much interest honestly. Out of these, the cookies that are categorized as necessary are stored on your browser as they are essential for the working of basic functionalities of the website. I screamed in uncontrollable terror. You never know if you might find zombies or ghosts or vampires in a good horror story! “Tell me one thing about us. He said I have something called cyber-psychosis, and I’m just one of a nationwide epidemic of thousands of people having breakdowns triggered by a suggestive email that ‘got through somehow.’ I swear he said ‘got through somehow.’ I think he means spread throughout the country inexplicably, but I’m incredibly suspicious that the entity slipped up and revealed something. “Open the door, John.”, “Hey, humor me a second here,” I told her through the mic. Best psychological horror thrillers of All Time Movies with Psychological Horror plot in any form (mystery, crime, fantasy, experimental, science fiction, art-house, occult, slasher, supernatural, e.t.c.) I should have known! I almost opened the door. I'm glad this was my last book in 2018 because it fueled my desire to read more in 2019 and to explore this genre more. I calmly asked for paper and a pen, day in and day out, until it finally gave them to me. “Who else would it be?” she responded. Other medications prescribed as antidepressants that fit the “nightmares” theme of the collected stories are sometimes included. I didn’t realize it was so late.”. She said she was at a party, but I only heard silence in the background! Hey! It would be foolish to think that, after hearing that explanation, I might be one of the last people left alive on an empty world, hiding in my secure basement room, spiting some unthinkable deceptive entity just by refusing to be captured. This is one of the scarier, more confounding hallucinations we've heard of. It appeals to my general belief that the mind is way scarier than monsters or villains. God, I’d been so ridiculous. I need to calm down. Maybe Amy is still alive out there somewhere, kept alive only by my will to resist the deceiver. I can’t even define what it is. She smiled and waved. This was quite possibly one of the most amazing collection of horror stories that I've ever read. I set it up just before I wrote this, and it’s on in the background. Well, nothing happened. How can I know what’s real and what’s deception? That whole sunlight and fresh air thing didn’t happen. Some friendly voice desperately trying to warn me before it came? Or was it… yes, that was it! Finally, in the tiny bathroom, near one ceiling corner, I got a single bar. I’m fairly sure nobody knows those machines are even down here, or my cheap landlady just doesn’t care to get them restocked. I forgot to finish writing last night. If you do find someone you care about experiencing a bad trip, there are ways to manage the situation. The webcam conversation with my friend was so strange, so vague, so… eerie, now that I think about it. The stairs ended at the third floor, the highest floor in the building. The Terrifying Crystal Meth Story I Have Never Told. For Mental Health Awareness Month, Tanara, who was diagnosed at the age of 27, shares her very honest story of coping with the disease. Necessary cookies are absolutely essential for the website to function properly. Then I remembered the computer, and rushed over to it, instant messaging everyone online. I lowered the phone slowly and leaned against the thick brick wall of the stairwell. A small feeling of apprehension had somehow already lodged itself in me, for some indefinable reason. Oh my god! This wasn't my favorite sadly. A few of the stories were a little hard to follow, but for the most part the collection was fun and creepy. I woke up to the phone ringing, and ran into the bathroom, stood on the toilet, and flipped open the phone taped to the ceiling. Read Psychosis from the story Short Horror Stories (Dutch) by GamerDJay ( ° T ¤ X I C ° ) with 377 reads. I didn’t hear the wind! She was really worried about me, and apparently had been trying to contact me since the last time I talked to her. I didn’t open the door. What the hell is out there?! Some of the stories were really, really good (Psychosis, The Fire of the Soul, and "Come Closer") and others were kind of meh (Erosion, The Seven Horsemen of the Apocalypse [seemed like it was going for social commentary and humor and really did not go over well for me]), and some just ended way too soon and I wanted more explanation (Strangers in a Graveyard, Strange Things). The ten or so thick wooden doors, painted blue a long time ago, were all closed. I have no idea why I chose to do that, but it was fun giving in to the strange impulse not to break the droning hum of the soda machines, at least for the moment. She’s gone now – I screamed, and shouted for help! Exhausted from last night’s rampage, I must have fallen asleep. My apartment is trashed, but I’m not going to clean it up. “It’s weird, I know,” I said into the mic attached to my computer. Was the basement door, made to keep out drafts, too thick? I liked it. It was locked, of course. The words shock me, and I keep going over and over them. He wanted to whisper words of encouragement to the delusional man. IT COULD HAVE BEEN WATCHING ME THE WHOLE TIME! No, no, this is crazy. I wanted even just one page more from each story to wrap them up better. I could have spread it, too, with my texts and instant messages online to everybody I know. In 2012, he was awarded Best Multi-Part Story of … I suppose I just wanted to get it done. More classic Creepypasta stories can be found here: Jeff The Killer Slenderman The Russian Sleep Experiment Latest Creepypasta Stories The Late-Night Creature Feature in Pompeii, Indiana There is an almost universal feeling of discomfort and unease that a person experiences when they see a deserted place that their mind tells them should be full of people. One point of view says I’ve acted like a madman, and all of this is the extreme convergence of probability – never going outside at the right times by pure luck, never seeing another person by pure chance, getting a random nonsense email from some computer virus at just the right time. These past few days have NOT been normal. It neatly explains everything. I really did. The Bonewalker had some real creep, but too short for a satisfying payoff. I ran to my small bathroom and fixed my hair as best I could. Instead, I lifted my cell phone to the door’s little window, and checked the signal meter. Patient Story: Schizophrenia. This means my deepest fears become a reality for me. It’s bashing on the door! I knew writing things down would help. I peered down the dingy grey hallway, made dingier by the fact that it was a basement hallway. “Oh, sorry, wrong number,” he replied, then hung up. 1. “Oh, the number. 2. I piled up everything in my apartment against the front door –. That’s the first thing that crept up on me. Not a horror story, of course, but a deeply horrifying one, that will convince you, if only for a moment, into accepting O’Connor’s grim outlook on humanity. We draw connections so well that we draw them even when they shouldn’t be there. Amy is supposedly out there, along with two policemen and a psychiatrist. I asked her for any one thing about us, and she chose the only thing in the world that I thought they or it did not know… but IT DID! Psychological Horror can't get any better. SSRI Stories focuses primarily on problems caused by selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors (SSRIs), of which Prozac (fluoxetine) was the first. 14.5m members in the nosleep community. A vague memory surfaced, and I suddenly recalled that the third floor had an alcove and an inset window halfway down the floor’s hallway. If you like dark humor, the last story The Seven Horsemen of the Apocalypse is worth checking out as well. He couldn’t talk very long, and we didn’t talk about anything meaningful, but I feel much better. I tried to call someone a few times, but I couldn’t get my head up high enough, and if I brought my cell phone down even an inch, it lost signal. Matt Dymerski is an author and of science fiction and horror. It’s a perfect explanation for every single strange thing I’ve seen or heard, and I have every reason in the world to let all of my fears go, and open the door. I’m starting to feel cramped in this small apartment. The things she would scream when actively psychotic were truly some of the saddest, most terrible things I … This is a collection of short stories all with a one theme - a psychotic main character. I keep thinking back over all the books I’ve read or movies I’ve seen, trying to generate some explanation for this. I need to see if the wind is still blowing. There was no response to my greeting at first, but then, finally, a voice came. Or was Amy not outside? “You should come here,” she said, laughing. I sighed deeply as reality returned and fear faded. Stimulant psychosis is a mental disturbance caused by an overdose of stimulants, typically meth, cocaine, or methylphenidate, better known as Ritalin. I will be honest, I was not scared by this book. Andrew’s Fascinating Story: Psychosis to Recovery is not an Easy Road December 7, 2016 / in Blog, Stories / by Andrea Paquette. It would be foolish, after hearing that explanation, to stay in here until I starve to death just to spite the entity that might have got everyone else. Goodreads helps you keep track of books you want to read. With short stories I often enjoy psychological and supernatural horror the most. 14.5m members in the nosleep community. Nosleep is a place for authors to share their original horror stories. It even produces a reasonable facsimile of tears that it makes me feel on its lifelike cheeks. I absolutely loved it, a super collection of some very different stories, some gross, some scary and even a bad joke. I got to the stairwell, and took the stairs up to the building’s front door. I’m really just writing this down so I can figure out what to do. I don’t know what to think. “Who’s this?”. It should be surprising, then, to find a wide range of stories available with which to entertain, empathize, and educate. Scary stories aren’t the stuff of campfires and sleepovers anymore. It perfectly explains everything, in fact. It’s trying to get in! It’s late, I got a call from a wrong number, and Amy’s phone died, so she called me back from another number.