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 HOSPITAL
THE HOSPITAL EMERGENCY: AM I OLD? The question has to be asked, at what age are we considered old? It is a universal question that fields no concrete answers. Is it after sixty years of age? Seventy, eighty, ninety? Is it connected with being infirm? Perhaps age and infirmity are the answer. We all have a view of what is old. The person, grey hair, wrinkled skin, and bent over in a wheelchair? Perhaps the person using a walker stooped and sauntering? Or maybe the grey-haired woman who wears her wrinkles with pride and holds on to a food cart for support?
By Peter Bowden5 years ago in Horror
An Unusual Visit to a Cemetery
The last time I walked around without a mask was in March 2020 back in Pondicherry, the French capital of India. Every year Pondicherry attracts numerous tourists worldwide. Auroville in Pondicherry is one of the most famous tourist destinations in India. But of all the places I had seen in Pondicherry the most memorable one was to a cemetery.
By Ann Mary Alexander5 years ago in Horror
The Man and His Routine
Oh how The Man did enjoy life; each morning a clear summer sky he could see, a perfect setting for his simple breakfast meal of two crispy bacon strips, an egg and a slice of fried bread. To stab his fork in to a piece of bacon, then the white of his egg, and finally some of the fried bread – which had a hint of bacon itself, as it was fried in the bacon fat left behind in the pan – brought such a joy to the man, as he truly loved his breakfast, which he had each and every morning. And after each breakfast would come his daily routine, a simple one yet he cherished it so: first he would go to walk around the neighbourhood, often greeting many a familiar face; secondly, he would watch television, oh how he would laugh at comedy, edge on his seat at thriller, and so on; then lastly came simple, but vital, task—sleep.
By Charles Robertson5 years ago in Horror
The Man Caught in a Loop
Thud! That, along with some prior tugging of his feet, was the noise which woke a man, and in his mind-aching tiredness he heard a shortly following chinking sound. The man laid on his stomach; he had dazed vision gradually coming to clear sight, which allowed him to see what caused the second chink sound—a clear, glass bottle, with some papers rolled as one within the bottle. Letters and numbers alike could be spotted graffitied all over these papers, which hooked the man’s attention on to the bottle, he lifted himself to inspect further, noticing that what notes could be read formed a string of beauty, only to very fastly grow dull in his vision. While his interest in what was written on these papers lessened, he still decided to carry the bottle in non-dominant hand by the neck.
By Charles Robertson5 years ago in Horror
Happy Wife Inc., Ch. 1
[BETHANY] On the morning of their wedding day, they projected tornadoes. They had planned to be married in the rose gardens on her grandmother’s farm. It had been planted by Bethany’s great-great-great grandfather for his daughters when a company he owned found success shipping wood pellets. It was an obscure business that had long since been sold, but the grandeur of the family home remained to stand witness to the economic success that was William Brage. Past storms had damaged the home, which they had repaired to a more modern era, and had destroyed the outbuildings, which had never been rebuilt, but the rose garden had never seen any appreciable damage.
By Kathryn Brown5 years ago in Horror
BLACK
Sarah finished the dishes in the white porcelain sink and looked out the kitchen window toward her neighbor’s apartment. She could see her neighbor sitting alone at his card table, draped with a white sheet, eating his TV dinner. Their apartments were so close, she could read the package of his meal; Salisbury steak with green peas and instant mashed potatoes. It was a warm summer’s night and Sarah could feel the sweat dripping down her back, making her wife-beater tank top cling to her body like a small child to his mother’s leg. She ripped off a paper towel from the roll that lay next to the sink and wiped her hands, then wiped down the cracked white tiled countertops. As she stood there she could feel the day weighing heavy on her body like a weighted blanket that had been draped over her shoulders. She thought about all the things that still needed to be done before she went to bed and wished she had someone to help her, but that someone always came with a price she reminded herself; a price she was not willing to pay. She’s made that mistake once, twice, three times before and had paid her dues. Now she has chosen to be alone and carry the weighted blanket like the cape of a Royal Queen. Deep in thought, Sarah heard a small voice yell out,
By Kyla Jane Barker5 years ago in Horror
Whispers in The Void
CHAPTER ONE: JUST A BOOK. “Adella, honey! Come down here please.” My mom screamed from downstairs. I did not want to leave the comfort of this attic; I was happy here. I spend most of my time reading books or searching for new books to read. The characters feel more like family to me than my parents do. Sad, I know, but when you grow up with a pile of books looking after you, it’s sort of hard to see things otherwise. “Adella! I am not going to ask again, come down here!” Mom screamed again. I closed my book, and headed downstairs to see what all the fuss was about. “Finally, for goodness sakes Adella, I have been calling your name for at least 15 minutes! What on God’s earth were you doing up there?” “I was reading mom, sorry.” She always does this, she screams my name and asks what I was doing, like the answer will ever change. “I wanted to ask you a very important question.” “What is it?” I replied confidently, but I was honestly very scared, she never asks me anything important. It’s always, “What are you doing” “What would you like for dinner” or “How was your day?” Never important things.
By Trinity Paige Michiels5 years ago in Horror
Etheria
So, there is a town hidden in a mountain range somewhere in the Midwest. The town is not like any regular town. When it was first established, its inhabitants were made up of officers, guards, nurses, and doctors of all different areas of expertise. The town itself looks like a Hollywood set. Fake grass, some fake trees, and bushes, even some of the houses have fake families sat around like props, and yes, there are even fake animals.
By Onyx Perth5 years ago in Horror
