psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
Jump Far
The Lake was always colder at that time of the year. The fall season brought all of the debris and mud up from the bottom, making it seem like there was no longer a Lake, only a muddy patch between two tree lines. The one side, the safer side, was retained by cliffs of varying size. The Lake could only be compared to ice fishing in Alaska, the top blanketed in matter, but without the fish. People, tourists mostly, would attempt to trudge across to the other side with the expectation of a shortcut to better hiking trails. This was never the case. Farther up the Lake was a singular bridge that crossed the length of the murky water, known really only by the people who lived in the area. The bridge was the least traveled path due to its position off of the designated trails, and the countless “Beware of Bears” signs adorning its vicinity.
By Cadence Kliesch4 years ago in Horror
Waiting for an idea to come
I want to write a story that is scary but does not cause me nightmares. I have always been fond of foggy waters. I am sitting in a reservoir with my feet in the sand. It is too cold to swim because winter is coming. How scary the thought—there are many things I wait for; winter is not one of them.
By Sone Kramer4 years ago in Horror
Down the Wrong Hole
Down the Wrong Hole by Dennis R. Humphreys Chance Williams wondered what he was doing here and how life guided him to this point. He was only trying to make some good money, even though it was a little on the shady side. A lot of people did that and never ended up in this position. He read somewhere one time to do what you love, and figure out a way to make money at it, and you would discover your 'bliss'. Yeah...it was a Joseph Campbell thing...some world famous mythologist and religious expert. Maybe that was the problem. Doing that was just a myth. Maybe that's what got him here. That's it...it was Joseph Campbell's fault. If he was alive today he'd make him eat his books. But that was easy to say being duct taped to a piece of plywood with your head taped still and two dental wedges in your mouth to hold it open. He was lying flat on the plywood lying on the floor in a six by eight foot room with about two dozen snakes were lose and slithering about randomly. It was a matter of time before one decided to slither into his mouth and down his throat, choking him to death. Just the thought of it was terrifying, but then that's why the two goons and Victor, that put him here, did what they did. They were instructed to do it, not to just to get rid of him but in the process, use him as the deterrent to any others thinking about doing the same thing.
By Dennis Humphreys4 years ago in Horror
The Wedding
It had rained all night. The reflections of passing cars’ headlights flickered on the wet asphalt like a hundred burning lightbulbs on the brink of burning out. The BMW turned onto the country road leading to Devin, a tranquil spa town nestled in Smolyan Province, situated in the valley of the Vacha River in the far south of Bulgaria. Only the monotonous hum of the engine persisted, disturbing the serenity of the night.
By Silviya Rankova4 years ago in Horror
The Lurker of the Lake
Artek was not fond of adventure. Or travel. Or meeting new people. His greatest goal amounted to a dream of spending his days puttering in his shop putting together the contraptions that filled his mind to the brim. He snorted in irritation, his black goatee flapping. Melot, his ne’er-do-well stallion--named for his favorite food--gave a similar snort from his ruffling through the foliage behind him. Here he was, a man that hated travel, over a week’s ride from his home, all because the Gods had spoken to the village Elder using the Winds for the first time in literal decades. She had been just as puzzled as he, her wizened face smooth in trepidation and fear as she told him his task.
By Meagan Wall4 years ago in Horror
Through hell and high
There is something wrong with the water. I don't know that I can accurately make that statement, I don't know for sure that it is true. I understand in all probability that I can't really trust my reality, or my mind. I could well be going insane.
By Karen Cave4 years ago in Horror
The Lake
My sister lost her life at The Lake. A tranquil spot on the North East American coastline, close to Nova Scotia but not quite there, hidden and guarded by a thick wall of trees, crags impossible to navigate on foot and the occasional brown bear. Our town has one way in and one way out, built as a trading post between Canada and the US in the 1800s. It grew, then declined and what’s left is a small village with The Lake in the center. Too small for motor craft but kayaks and canoes are a-plenty throughout the year. At some point in time, people stopped calling The Lake by its proper name. It was, like most other bodies of water around these parts, named by the French fur traders who came to this part of America in search of Something Greater. Or to simply get away from a divided Europe. Le Lac Généreux soon became known as The Genie Lake in the 60s, 70s and 80s, developed into Lake G during the transition to the new Millennium, and simply became The Lake once the progressives started coming here for recreation.
By Donn Lawler4 years ago in Horror
