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 Water Hole .. A Finality
This was requested by Jason B , a conclusion to The Water Hole , my entry into the Vocal Foggy Waters Challenge. I did a conclusion but he wanted to know what happened next. This is my attempt to finalise the story although I have a feeling it will not end. I really hope this again lives up to expectations , but we will see. I have kept a few terms from the Philip Pullman “His Dark Materials” books which will fit in with the general story.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Horror
Decisions
I woke up floating in a small pool of water in the dark. Only my head and the very top of my skin are out of the water. I try to move, finding out quickly that I am paralyzed. My eyes flit back and forth seeing nothing in the darkness. After what seemed like a small eternity I call out, "Hello? Is anyone there?" All around me small points of light start to appear two at a time. Up higher and higher I can see more appearing.
By Josephine Mason4 years ago in Horror
Space Vampire
He was looking at the night sky. It was clear, and all the stars glowed brighter than usual. The cold air blew and it brought chills with it. At first, the cold effect made sense, but then, he felt another wave, a colder wave; he remembered something. He remembered a story that his father told him when he badgered him, as kids do, to tell him something scary before going to sleep. Why something scary? He couldn't remember.
By Vuk Ivanovic4 years ago in Horror
The Mechanism Of Horror.
Rooted in literature, horror is described as: '...a genre of fiction whose purpose is to create feelings of fear, dread, repulsion, and terror in the audience—in other words, it develops an atmosphere of horror. The term’s definition emphasizes the reaction caused by horror,' stemming from the Old French horror, meaning to shudder or to bristle. Literary Terms.
By Jonathan Townend4 years ago in Horror
My house that went bump in the night
This is my true story that is not an attempt to validate nor dispel the supernatural. I am simply telling what took place. In February 2018 my family moved into a 2 story house that was 113 years old. It is made of those really old red bricks but looks decent on the outside. One night a few days after moving in my husband was walking to the kitchen without any lights on and said he felt something run past his leg in the hallway. He turned on the nearest light but did not see anything and we decided it must have been the cat.
By Cheryl E Preston4 years ago in Horror
Sweetie Boy
As Tinder dates go it wasn’t bad. He paid for the drinks and made the appropriate small talk. He joked about traffic and raised his concern over growing economic inequality. Then he tried to convince her that he knew where to get the best tacos in the city. He seemed nice. He was a standard looking white guy, brown eyes, blond hair, a hint of stubble on his chin. Nora liked him enough for a hook up, but not enough for tacos.
By Leslie Writes4 years ago in Horror
Halloween Party In Hell
A mysterious invitation to a Halloween party has arrived. Will you go? Attention My Loyal Subjects, The night is finally upon us. Your presence is requested at the Halloween party to end all parties, and possibly your lives. So, bring your souls, bring your loved ones for us to eat, and show us your scariest of faces. Party starts at 10:00 pm...don't be late. 666 Soulless Drive Lucifer...
By Jason Ray Morton 4 years ago in Horror
First Mate
Two bodies wash up on a sandy beach. It is the morning after a heavy storm and the air still smells of it. Their ship had been taken by the storm and these fortunate souls survived. One man coughs up seawater as he awakens. He is bald with unkempt, mangy mutton chops. Looking around he sees the other body beginning to stir. Their ragged clothes are waterlogged as they rise and approach one another.
By Tales from a Madman4 years ago in Horror
Six feet under
“I’d love to take you out sometime. Said the dark haired boy “I have a boyfriend.” I told him, like I did everyone. It was twenty six flights up to my room again. And another twenty six minutes spent sobbing on my bed. When I had finally composed myself to come look in the mirror. Oh. My makeup was running in streaks down my face, and even my contacts had popped out from all the tears. The absence of makeup and contacts left this face in the mirror. The dead eyes, milky blue and cracked. The skin, the complexion of a corpse, which was fitting. And the forever pictured wound that had been frozen in time on her forehead. It didn’t hurt anymore. It had only hurt the first time. When that man had bludgeoned me to death in that alley way, looking for money that I didn’t have. To be honest, I hadn’t particularly minded. After my Alex had drowned in the lake the previous week, I hadn’t eaten anything. As I died, I remember feeling almost glad. I’d be able to see Alex again. But it was not to be. Fate laughed at us. Here I was, in the world of the living, forced to paint my face and act like I was still alive. And Alex was somewhere else entirely, and the closest I could get to him was that grave. So I left my makeup compacts open on the table and left. It was a short walk to his graveyard. I had made sure of that. I brought roses. I knew they would wilt and die, but his grave was too dry to grow anything. It never rained here.
By And I am Nightmare4 years ago in Horror
The Water Hole
This is a horror story for the Vocal Foggy Waters challenge . I do not usually write fiction , but the challenges force me out of my comfort zone, and hopefully that makes me a better writer. The lead in music will be “Drowning” by the Beat. This story is influenced by the style of Franz Kafka where a person does not know why he is where he is.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Horror
Outside
"Jace, you're going to be late! Wake Up!!" Jace rolls over in his bed, frustrated at the woman yelling at him and the sun glaring through his window. His bedroom faced the east so every morning it beamed at him as if to say he has wasted enough time sleeping. "Jace! Not again!!" The voice calls to him from downstairs, he sits up in a panic, "Damn, I fell back asleep!" He jumps out of bed grabbing the first outfit he can throw together and getting ready in a hurry. Jace quickly runs down the stairs passed an elderly woman sitting in the living room, she looks tired as usual, must have stayed up all night again. As Jace runs out the front door he gives a quick, "Love you Sierra!" Sierra was his aunt, she took care of him ever since his father went on what he said was an "expedition" and an "important research assignment."
By Gabriel Honaker4 years ago in Horror
