psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
Dreams Under the Ice
Winter, and once again alone on the ice. This was where she came to forget about her troubles. This was where she felt strongest. Guiding power into her legs, Mara glided across the frozen river, leaving little white lines and circle arcs on the surface. The sound of splitting ice spitting snow and carved designs thrilled her in the chilled air. Arms outstretched, bitter wind on her face, she breathed in energy and breathed out art. She shifted her weight, and started flying backwards over the light dusting of snow on the ice. The banks, trees, all brilliant white, deadly silent.
By Barb Dukeman5 years ago in Horror
Justine
I have completely lost track of how long I have been huddled in this cold prison of a bunker. I had stopped keeping track around six months into this nightmare when it became clear to me that help was never coming for me. Justine used to make fun of me for having this safe house in the first place. “You’ll never use it.”, she used to say, "It's just taking up space.” Oh, how I wish she had been right. I long for the days when even I had wondered if this whole thing was a mistake, but there's no use in making myself sad over the past.
By Maudina Palmer5 years ago in Horror
Children of La Llorona
Here in south Texas, most children grow up hearing the story of La Llorona. Bedtime stories on the border are not dainty nursery rhymes but stories that help us understand the danger and beauty of the world. From the safety of our lamplit rooms we begin to understand the commingled pain and joy of life. When we were children the stories simply seemed transportive: terrifying, amazing, portals to another time or place. It wasn’t until I was older that I realized the storytellers of my family - grandmothers, mother, aunts - were telling me something of this world.
By Kate Phillips5 years ago in Horror
Experiment 426
Chapter 1 I’m reviewing the footage of the security cameras at a house that I’m house sitting, when I notice something. As I watched it sent shivers down my spine. He was long, lengthy, and in all black. I watched the figure slowly make its way to the room i was in, that's when i noticed i was shaking fearfully. Then the figure looked directly at the camera and gave the most horrifying , the most inhuman, savage like smile i've ever seen. Its smile went from ear to ear. Its eyes were bloodshot red.
By Dezirae Hooten5 years ago in Horror
A Hunger For The Past
Everyone knew that after Little Boy was dropped in Hiroshima, the world would never be the same again. War had changed. Gone were the infantry and cavalry of old. Governments now scrambled to arm themselves with these weapons of mass-destruction. Everyone wanted the biggest stick in the fight, and yet none wanted to truly use it. An ever-looming threat of extinction hid behind the bravado of men in suits; snake oil salesmen with crocodile boots and smiles to match. Countries held their breath as fingers poised on doomsday devices, all locked in a sinister stalemate that would only end in misery. It was almost a bitter relief when the first button was finally pushed.
By Juliette Bissell5 years ago in Horror
Post Apocalyptic Aquarium
Chapter 2 – When it started Rise was a dreamer and the apocalypse didn’t stop him. He strolled around and looked at how torn up his town had become, how damaged the world had been. He thought about how to save it, create a better world, a new world where peace would be found and nature would replenish. He stumbled over rubble and turned his body as he looked up at the radioactive glow of the sky witnessing horrific scrapes of claws against buildings from unknown entities. He was in the middle of a nuclear apocalypse.
By Kyle Casey5 years ago in Horror
The Watchers
Dreams can be a fascinating concept. When we rest our heads down at night and close our eyes we can be taken to faraway lands, a twisted recreation of the office you work in, or sometimes the dreams can turn sour and you find yourself in what can only be described as the pits of hell. Some research says its subliminal interpretation of what's happening in our lives. We can face the turmoil of problems in a dream, or piece together our wildest hopes for reality. Sometimes our dreams can have friends and family in them, or even just someone you talked to at the bus stop the previous day.
By Classified 4045 years ago in Horror
Locket in the Scry
Clematis petals sparkle as you turn them in your hands. Icy violet, amethyst, plum. Once, in a moment of soft boredom, I pulled the flower tightly over my thumb and twisted it in the light-the shimmer was a secret world revealed. The remembering of it is a kindness.
By Sarah Snider5 years ago in Horror
Patches
Had she the capacity, the Surgeon might’ve felt something like guilt. She picked up the small heart-shaped locket and pressed the tiny release on its side. Its gilded coverlet sprang open, clapped against the meat of her palm. She considered the photo inside, then clicked the locket’s mechanism shut and placed it on the Donor’s meager pile of possessions, where it shone bright against the drab, threadbare tunic and coarse Foundation-issued canvas trousers. How the Donor had kept it from Patrol Corps was anyone’s guess.
By John Rockford5 years ago in Horror
As Above, So Below
Run… Run… Run… Henry’s legs burned, but he could not stop running now. The heavy footsteps of a creature lumbered behind him, his breathing coming in short bursts through his mask. Henry half led, half dragged Gabby through the brush, the girl unable to keep up with his strides. The tears ran down her face, he could see through the clear plastic of her mask that her eyes shone in the light of the moon. She knew better than to utter whimper. Years on the road had taught her that.
By Jordan Gibson5 years ago in Horror
