psychological

Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.

The Rift
The Rift Introduction Something happened in the small town of Castille that caused incredible things, some beautiful and some terrifying, to occur every night. From the time when light left the valley to the time that it returned, the people in the town were able to manifest whatever came to their imagination - good or bad and without control. My name is Marcus Grey. I went to the town and witnessed the incredible events and, during the day, asked people to write and draw some of their stories in journals. If they were unable, I would write for them.
By RJ Ecto4 years ago in Horror
a quiet moment in Outer Space
A wide, pale yellow land stretched further than the naked eye could see. City sized rocky debris gently flowed in orbit, masking its overwhelming speed and force. The atmosphere could hardly be seen, but without a doubt made a soft, and almost warming, presence.
By Sergei Yanez4 years ago in Horror
The Last Breath
I know it was my time to go, but as always, I dreaded the idea. To step away from something that felt fulfilling in the moment. A sigh, as I pass the person I once loved. Til I acknowledged the fact that my next fixation would soon be born. The beauty in death, is rebirth.
By Valentine Casey4 years ago in Horror
The Summer I Turned 12. Second Place in Foggy Waters Challenge. Top Story - October 2021.
I don’t know why I keep coming back. The water had always terrified me. Oceans were out, rivers were a full stop, and even suspiciously large puddles when it rained were on my “do not enter” list. But lakes were the worst.
By Caitlin Mitchell4 years ago in Horror
The Fountain
One more step, just one more step. Repeating this over and over in his head kept him at his steady pace. Calm washed over him, flooding him with euphoria. Of course, it was never going to be only one more step. However it gave him the power to continue forward, hope he thought he’d never have. In the distance, like a page waving in the wind, stood a mouthwatering fountain. In his eyes it shifted, and glimmered like gold. Refreshing, cool water cycled through its system, falling from the top, and splashing at the bottom only to rise and fall yet again. This created an endless cycle of pure bliss for his shriveled throat. The fountain radiated under the intense heat, reflecting the rays even brighter off its surface. The scintillating fountain blinded him, but he dared not stop staring at it, fearing it would disappear into the desert abyss if he so much as blinked.
By Lily ferris4 years ago in Horror
The Carmine house part three
The house was even bigger than Derby had expected. He supposed that was stupid of him: it did cover the most of a small island. It was beautiful-but in a disturbing way. Something forbidding loomed over the house: a sort of icy undertone to the summery morning. But Elvira danced ahead like nothing could possibly be wrong. All three men felt rather guilty going in. No one had spoken about the Carmine house since that January day.
By And I am Nightmare4 years ago in Horror
Float
It feels as though I have been stuck out here for an eternity. Days bleed into nights as time dances before me, muddled by the empty murmurs of water in my ears. The echo of waves crashes onto my eardrum in a silencing of my internal clock. I have been out here for so long that I no longer know how long I have been out here.
By Jess4 years ago in Horror
Hooch & Holler
Astrid woke with a start. The sun was just barely peering through the 1 inch slit in her drawn black out curtains. The sliver of light gave no indication of time but her stomach angrily grumbled for food, so she guessed it must be afternoon. Stretching long, taut legs, Astrid unfurled like a spider and glided along the edge of her room searching for her phone. She found it dead and discarded by the bathroom. “Of course,” she muttered to herself, frustrated at her own laziness. The clock read 3:00 pm and she had nowhere to be. She had quit her job at the Hooch & Holler out on Eden Rd at the end of a final straw in a stack of straws of abuse. Tim Jaffrey had brushed up against her for the last time. She was not a toy to be played with but a person to be respected. She had practiced saying that in the mirror thirty times while clenching her fists so tight, her nails made little half moons in her palms.
By Bianca Grant4 years ago in Horror
The Lady in the Wind
The rustling trees tell of the coming fall. Their dried branches squeak and scream against one another with the wind whistling through. Beams of sunlight from the setting sun highlight the skeletal shadows of the shedding trees. The warm-colored leaves meander with the current to their final resting place below.
By Robert Sedam4 years ago in Horror
The Nanny. First Place in Foggy Waters Challenge.
The nanny arrives at 4p.m. on a Wednesday. She wears a red peacoat and her face is free of makeup. From her resume, I assume she’s in her late forties, just a few years younger than my wife.
By Chelsea Catherine4 years ago in Horror
The Few Who Shine
He is a skeleton fashioned from filth and sorrow, a collection of forgotten memories and discarded fabrics. His hair is a weak red, like a dying stoplight. As Tom walks by, it feels more like the red-haired man is the one moving, floating by like a body in the White River, bobbing in a current of urban life.
By Devin Dabney4 years ago in Horror
Frozen in Time
Carla’s last tear tracked down her cheek and froze in the bitter Wisconsin wind. She was tired. Tired of crying. Tired of living. Just tired.
By Bekah Jimenez4 years ago in Horror