psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
Pine Tree Camp Part Three: A Family Affair
Red silky ribbons cut into my sore wrists, Todd was snoring next to me. Darkness covered us like a blanket, except for a single spotlight. A damn crook had found us in the middle of the night. My mind had a decent idea who it was. Todd jerked awake whacking his head on the metal pole behind us.
By Brittany Mitchell4 years ago in Horror
Not a Doll
“Damn it!” I shouted, rattling the steel cage around me. “Let me out damn it!” The cold metal handcuffs cut into my wrists, red marks forming on my pale skin. Only a black lacy bra and dusty underwear covered my hourglass figure. Snarls tangled my long purple wavy hair, my copper eyes stinging from the bright light of a single headlight. A red light blinked back at me, telling me that I was being watched. Terror widened my eyes as a deep gruff voice rang in my ears.
By Brittany Mitchell4 years ago in Horror
Accountability
The forum sat silent, waiting on baited breath for the results to be announced. Then over the loudspeaker the voice claimed 78 Yea, 22 Nay. In that moment deep throated cheers erupted. There were celebratory pats on the shoulders and backs of the colleagues. Hand over handshakes became normal. The countless hours of personal deals, negotiations, threats, blackmail and promises was about to financially pay off for the statesmen. They have approved another war under the pretense of peace. The utter word of peace could give them the power to achieve whatever they desired.
By Elena Vella4 years ago in Horror
The Word in “Hereditary”. Top Story - November 2021.
The world is made of language. The word is primary, more primary than the speed of light, more primary than any of the physical constants that are assumed by science to be the bedrock of reality. — Terence McKenna, Shamans Among The Machines
By MoviesPlusBooks4 years ago in Horror
Death in the Cold
**************************TRIGGER WARNING*********************** I realize some of the subject matter regarding harm to a child and mental health in this story may be distressing to some readers. However, elements of this story are autobiographical, and writing this was therapeutic.
By Atomic Historian4 years ago in Horror
Ten steps
Ten steps, he was ten steps behind me. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9, 10, each step ringing eerily through my empty house. Horror widened my eyes, noting that he took all of my knives. Shit, I thought to myself. My heart was pounding as hard as the migraine that sent me to bed earlier that evening. A shadow of a man darted across my view, hiding in the darkest corner of the house. Almost as if he was waiting for me to come out, and make it easier for him to kill me. Not long from now Keith Morrison would be describing my crime, and sharing the same two pictures. My parents would mumble some generic crap about how I was a good person who would be missed. The irony is that they hadn’t spoken to me for years, letting the crocodile tears fall as if they knew me.
By Brittany Mitchell4 years ago in Horror
In Darkness
"It was supposed to be a simple expedition..." These were the words uttered by Jonathan, our leader and head archaeologist at the Apex University. The remainder of his group sat silently around the flame of a makeshift torch, their last ember of hope. Only the four of them remained, everyone else having been swallowed by the darkness around them, the screams still echoing through the dark tunnels.
By Payton Adams4 years ago in Horror
Anesthetic Dreams
First Awake I recall the moment of regained consciousness. What I can not recall is the moment of understanding as to the why of it. Then I recall darkness. Black darker than any black imagined or produced by man. Stars, shooting stars all around. Magnificent colors, so vivid the color dripped from them like Fourth of July sparklers. The laughter came next, then the people. Some I knew, many I did not but, they knew me and it seemed comfortable.
By Gypsie (Ami) Offenbacher-Ferris4 years ago in Horror
The Backyard p.2
Startled by my own breath, I had awakened in an unfamiliar room. I wondered where my mom and brothers were. Rising to my feet I moved closer to the door, placing my ear to it. I began to hear footsteps approach. A woman opens it. I immediately yell, “Where is my family?” She said nothing moving closer to me, she grabs me by the arm as I prepare to fight her. “Timothy” she yells, a big, tall man enters the room. “Since you want to fight, fight him”, says the woman as she moves toward the hall. “Don’t you touch me Majin Buu” I screamed at him. He proceeds to grab me. “I can walk, and I don’t need any help”, as I snatch away moving towards the hall. She leads me down a long hallway. I noticed that there weren’t any windows in my room or in this hallway. There were a lot of room doors though. I began to hear lots of voices as we got closer to doors at the end of the hall which led into some sort of dungeon cafeteria. Everyone had on the same uniforms with different colors. I expected the less people with different colors are higher ranked. The woman turns around looks at me and pulls out 2 zip ties and motions me to lift my hands.
By Melanie D1V1NiTY Montgomery4 years ago in Horror
