psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
Moll Pitcher
She stood facing the large window overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. She heard the rumbling of the auditorium behind her as people filled in the seats. She watched as the ship in the far horizon slowly slipped away into the sunset. She desperately wanted to be aboard that ship- but she had a job to do here, and she could not just leave. She summed a welcoming smile and turned to face the guest.
By Rose Loren Geer-Robbins5 years ago in Horror
Below darkened skies
Ever since I was little, I had this reoccurring dream. I am in a small boat drifting away, all the while I heard the sounds of people crying and the splashing of water as if something was dropping into the sea. And before I could make sense of it all, I would wake up cold and shivering as if I had just come out of the water after a swim.
By Rachelle Baird5 years ago in Horror
Cage Sweet Cage
Around six months or so later, they were as far away from his old home as possible. Deep, deep, deep into the woods of some mountain with no neighbors for miles. Or at least that's what it looked like. From the few times he'd gotten a look out of the windows to the outside.
By Raphael Fontenelle5 years ago in Horror
Behind the Sun
I walked the desert like a fool. Alone and thirsty, I was searching for a reason to continue my journey. I crawled relentless in a dirty garment no educated mind would dare wear. It didn’t matter. I wore it well. They could never possibly see that nothing mattered, not behind the sun.
By Diana Hayes5 years ago in Horror
Merlot Murder
On the countertop, a shattered wine glass slowly drips its rich, velvety contents onto the white oak flooring. Its fragmented pieces positioned like rocks in a stream, guiding the flow of the ruby red liquid to its endpoint. Drop after drop, the Merlot puddle continues to form, a stark contrast against the light wood. Its bold flavors of cherry and blackberry merging with the citrusy scent of the floor cleaner. Nearby, a figure lies haphazardly, slowly creating its own pool of Merlot with soft notes of iron. The figure’s thick chestnut hair is strewn across its face, and a glowing smartphone brightly displaying the numbers 9-1 rests in its limp hand.
By Silvia Spinn5 years ago in Horror
The Stain of Red
Rebecca looked at herself in the mirror, she estimated she had been gone long enough, don't take too long she thought, make him wait a little. She reached into her clutch and removed her lipstick, as she applied the ruby color to her lips she knew he would respond to it. Rebecca had waited patiently for him to ask her out, doing everything she could to capture his attention. The ball was in his court now, all she had to do was play her cards right and he would be hers forever.
By Terrence E. Tropez5 years ago in Horror
Happenstance
Chapter 1 Despite the rain and chill in the night air, a young woman walks down the street, oblivious, as her mind is bathed in “warm sunshine” because her boyfriend has proposed to her. She is feeling so elated that she can’t help but stop and stare at the beautiful ring on her finger every minute or two, and at the next street light, she pauses yet again to get another look.
By Rosemary Feld5 years ago in Horror
Esmeralda
“You can have your money back; just please go,” the psychic says to me. Madame Esmeralda is more window dressing than even cynical ole me was expecting. Still, I wanted answers, so I was ready to try anything when I arrived here at their modest-sized storefront in North Dallas just over an hour ago.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Horror
