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 Old Man and the Crow
"I've got hyper-extensive voice", I blurt out. "You got what?" My bestie, John and I are walking down Boundary street, the sun has not long risen and its a rare moment of quietness in West End. Up ahead stands a solitary wheelie bin with white plastic bags erupting out. A lone crow lands on the green lid and begins to tear at the plastic with its beak.
By Jefferson Power5 years ago in Horror
The Cult Cafe
Cheyenne was always told not to go to that cafe. The cafe on Rose and 5th was supposedly owned and run by a cult. Of course, this was all a rumor. In reality, it's just run by vegans, so of course, the older people in town were scared. Cheyenne thought it was refreshing to see some modern ideals in her small town. Although, they were still a little too out there for her taste.
By Miss Ghoul5 years ago in Horror
Take Good Care of My Home
I'm sure you are clever. Exceedingly clever. The kind of person who would never fall for an online scam, isn't that right? Especially a ridiculous one. You know what I'm talking about. “You've just won a trip to Barbados, please give us your social insurance number!” or “I am a Nigerian princess and I have to get rid of all this gold!” No, you'd never fall for that. At the first sight of a red flag, you would turn around and run. Only naive idiots fall for such things.
By Amanda Fernandes5 years ago in Horror
"911, what's your emergency?"
The house was empty, my smile was bright, and I finally had a day to myself. Sun rays were pouring through my window and I was never so excited for it to finally be summer. I grabbed my towel, let my clothes hit the floor, and headed for the shower. "Bye! Bye! Bye!", from the popular NSYNC band was blaring through my portable speaker as I danced my way through the glass shower doors. Before I could get to the water that was streaming out of my rain shower head, I suddenly began to feel light headed as if out of no where the air became thick and my brain wasn't getting enough oxygen. I reached out for the handle to turn the water off and turned back to grab my towel that was hanging over the side of the glass door. Tugging on it, I almost stumbled over my own two feet.
By Alexandria Aji5 years ago in Horror
Chills From Within
I was standing at my desk when I felt the stirring in my mind. It..... he…. I was never quite sure of the proper pronoun when I referred to the monster inside my mind. He. Probably. I think. At least that’s how it felt and how it manifested to me. A nightmare in a masculine body. He always seemed to awaken when I was engaged in the most innocuous tasks – tending the garden, scrolling through Facebook, answering e-mails, washing dishes, folding laundry, even stirring creamer into my coffee. I would be at peace and suddenly the tethers tying me to reality would begin to fray. Abruptly, his chaotic presence would spill into my mind, leaving trails of sorrow, despair, and fatigue behind. I had long since given up trying to fight the torment he unleashed. It is and was a pointless battle.
By Lady Coy Haddock5 years ago in Horror
The Procession
On a still and silent night, a young boy is restless in his bed. He cannot sleep. Though the trickling recycling of water in his aquarium usually succeeded in lulling him to such a state, tonight is the exception for when it cannot. Something unknown keeps him away from a peaceful slumber.
By Alder Strauss5 years ago in Horror
The Strangers on Tier Hill
NINE o’ CLOCK Leopold Fuchs stood about six feet in height. Although his complexion was that of a man approaching early middle age, his hair was a ghostly white with streaks of gray that lay gently over his ears. His eyes were penetrating, and demanding in such a way that they could command attention simply by their gaze alone. Our attention, however, was so focused on the progression of the night that we hadn’t noticed him until he announced himself to us.
By Alder Strauss5 years ago in Horror
The Strangers on Tier Hill
It is by sheer fortune or even by some miraculous intervention that I, and my wife, are alive to tell the story of that one fateful night in Berlin. As I recant, please allow no apprehensions or surrenderings to assumptions merit here. For the story that I am about to tell you has not been fabricated, nor has it deviated from the truth in any way.
By Alder Strauss5 years ago in Horror
The Strangers on Tier Hill
TEN o’ CLOCK I found my wife standing at the corner of the ballroom when I returned. She was telling all sorts of stories from her youth. I had heard these before. She had champagne in her hand and I knew by which story she told just how much she had. Three. It was the tire swing story. She would soon lift up her arm and show her audience where it broke when she fell. She wasn’t drunk, though. And she wasn’t a lush.
By Alder Strauss5 years ago in Horror
The Interrogation
Dr. Madeline Briggs entered the room and sat in front of the shackled child. The boy matched her gaze. His hands were cuffed to bars on either side of the table, a less than ideal place to try to understand the child, but she had to work with what she had.
By Pedro Rivera5 years ago in Horror
