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 Run-In
It was the advent of that early winter flurry that signaled the days with too much time with too little to do for Alexander Lomack. With those hours so voraciously unattended, he brought himself again and again to the same mahogany stool of the lounge where the well vodka would take the last of the straggling singles from his wallet.
By Sudipta Quabili5 years ago in Horror
Unwanted Amore
The first red flag was the fact his door was unlocked. Despite knowing that he had locked it that morning. Then there was the soft classical music playing when he came in. Which was something that he knew that he absolutely hated. Alex reached into his pants pocket for his pepper spray. Cursing the fact that he didn't have his phone with him. As it had been lost for a couple of months ago. Right around the time that he started getting weird little gifts.
By Raphael Fontenelle5 years ago in Horror
How Things Appear
Doctor I’ve tried to be a decent person my whole life. I’ve given fortunes to charities, found ways to help the poor, done community service that wasn’t court appointed. I have ensured that the police don’t even know my name, let alone ever been called by, or for, me. My life has been nothing to many, yet everything to some. Even with all of the good I have done there is a darkness in me that many should be glad to have never seen.
By Marcus Alan Perkins5 years ago in Horror
A Sip Of Merlot. Top Story - March 2021.
When I walk into the room, the first thing I notice is the oppressive heat. It slides over my skin like velvet, and wherever its warm fingers press against me, sweat pools, the droplets soaking into my bright crimson dress, darkening the fabric into the colour of blood.
By Abrianna Leaming5 years ago in Horror
When Madness Comes
The bedroom door crashing in, ricocheting off the doorstop with a loud thud, caused Jason to awaken in a start. He had sat upright and thrashed from side to side preparing to fend off the expected attack. When nothing or no one immediately pounced, he swung his legs off to the right side of the bed, grabbed his jeans, and had them on in one swift movement. Shirtless, he ran headlong down the stairs, bouncing off the wall at one point and sending a photo clattering against the rail behind.
By Eric McDougall5 years ago in Horror
Geoffrey Dahmer’s Almost Close Encounter
Geoffrey Dahmer did not notice the alien artifact in his kitchen at 6AM that Tuesday morning because he was laying in bed thinking about his life. Geoffrey Dahmer’s life had been mostly fine for the first 12 years, then suddenly it was not. No one cared that he spelled his name differently than the most famous cannibal necrophiliac serial killer in the world. No one cared and consequently Geoffrey was lonely and lived alone. He did almost everything alone.
By J. Otis Haas5 years ago in Horror
There's always an explanation
The ticks of the clock seemed to reverberate within Isaac's head as he paced back and forth across the room. He would periodically stop to glance at the time and, upon realizing only a handful of seconds had passed, would begin to pace again. This routine was nothing new to him. Every Wednesday at 5:55 sharp, he would ring the buzzer outside the home office to be let in. His standing appointment was at 6:30, but he couldn't bear being anything but overly punctual. For him, this was just the norm; he had been this way for as long as he could remember. For the most part, those who knew him just accepted that fact, but Dr. Sai knew that there was some other reason behind it. She assured him that first session that there is always an explanation. Of course, he didn't believe her, but she asked him if he would bear with her for a bit. It took her some time, but eventually, she dug it out of Isaac. One of the last things his father had told him was, "If you're on time, you're late." the morning of the accident. Unconsciously, that little saying stuck with him and drove much of his actions. Before that session, Isaac had concluded that Dr. Sai was unable to help. In his mind, she was just another in a long line of doctors and professionals who couldn't treat him. After he had finished wiping his tears that day, however, he felt something change within him. He understood that Dr. Sai was here to help him. From then on, his pacing went from being motivated by distrust and uncertainty to motivated by impatience and jealousy. Dr. Sai was there to help him, so why did she feel the need to spend so much time with other patients?
By Antonio Tovar5 years ago in Horror
