psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
Run
Patrick stares into his coffee cup, watching the black liquid sit in utter stillness. His eyes are red and sagging with black bags as he raises his gaze to see the waitress standing before him. Her mouth seems to be moving but for a moment he can't hear her past a sharp ringing that fills his ears. Almost in an instant, the ringing stops as she says “So, whatcha thank?” Her southern twang is a refreshing reminder of his distance from home, well, whatever you’d call the place he left behind but it doesn’t change the fact that Patrick has no clue what she just said.
By Drake Myers5 years ago in Horror
Scream-A-Geddon
Halloween Horror Nights at Universal (HHN). Howl-O-Scream at Busch Gardens (HOS). ZooBoo at Lowry Park Zoo. The Horror Trail in 1980s’ Carrollwood where actual cows’ heads hung from the trees and a headless horseman roamed the woods. I’ve seen quite a few attempts at instilling fear, but haven’t felt it. I think I found it at Scream-A-Geddon in Dade City, Florida.
By Barb Dukeman5 years ago in Horror
The Cave
Guiding in a wilderness therapy setting is my favorite job I’ve ever had. One week I was in the girls group working with four other staff, Rickell, Katie, Vileena and Jake. We were camped a little too close to a road about a mile and a half from where it ended at a major road that lead out of the field. Our site was about 12 miles south of Dugway in western Utah, a military base well known amongst conspiracy theorists and UFO enthusiasts.
By Daniel Smith5 years ago in Horror
My Worst Nightmare
I walked the familiar road home from my best friend Savannah’s house later than I normally did. Living out in the country, we were neighbors but my house was a mile away from hers. I usually tried to leave before it was dark because street lights don’t exist out here and I hate walking home when it’s pitch black. Thankfully, the full moon guided my path home. The sound of crickets chirping and the steady pace of my boots crunching against the dirt soothed me until I realized there was the sound of another pair of shoes behind me.
By K. V. Young5 years ago in Horror
The Bard of White Arbor
If the gods ever felt the urge to prefer some days over others, Cedric wagered the days after rain were their favorites. How could they choose anything else? The moist earth giving way so comfortably underfoot was only outshined by delicious purity of the air, or possibly how the leaves of the trees glowed with renewed vigor against the damp browns of the branches and trunks holding them up. The echoing exchange of birdsong shooting across the trees was pretty nice too, but at its best when accompanied by the scurrying of rabbits, squirrels or maybe the lucky sighting of bigger game. Cedric felt for the leather quiver and bow across his back, overtop his brown leather jacket, jerkin and white linen shirt. He smiled; maybe he’d get lucky. A cold gust of wind shook loose droplets of water from the leaves, giving a slight chill. He brushed a few stray strands of blond hair out of his face and behind his ear. Fragments of sunlight pierced through the forest canopy; he’d be out of White Arbor by midday.
By David Intrabartolo5 years ago in Horror
The Incident at Bushmaster Ranch
THE INCIDENT AT BUSHMASTER RANCH Some say it was the elevation, others say the clean air, all I know is they were among the best out there. People would come from all over the world to buy my Grandfather’s horses because they were the best. I remember spending summers as a young girl at my Grandfather’s ranch up in the mountains of Flagstaff Arizona. I remember his sprawling one hundred acre ranch like it was the back of my hand. All the nooks and crannies, all the hills, all the creeks that would vain through the land. I loved it there, and I loved my Grandfather.
By Brent Harris5 years ago in Horror
