psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
Mr. Bradshaw
Mr. Bradshaw is a rather odd man. He is short and has long arms, and his teeth are all either missing or rotting. His slimy yellow eyes are always bloodshot—glossy with some oozing liquid that forms a film across his irises and pupils. His back is hunched, and his body is oddly shaped and disproportionate.
By Austin Parden5 years ago in Horror
Revolving Doors
Amy busted through the doors of the hostel similarly to how she had done her last day of senior year just a month earlier. Her eyes sparkled with excitement; she couldn’t believe her parents had allowed her to travel abroad. She intended to absorb as much culture and make as many memories as possible. She had been dying to visit the enormous, bustling marketplace that was only a short walk from where they were staying, but her friends didn’t seem to share her enthusiasm. So, on this day, she made special plans to wake earlier than usual, leave a note, and let them meet her there.
By Chloe Wiseman5 years ago in Horror
A Series of Eerie - Part Three
"Don't be afraid," I remember my mother saying to me, "it all melts eventually." I wish things could be that simple. When I was younger I was afraid of the icicles that would gather outside our front door. I would hesitate to walk outside until my mother explained to me as long as I was careful, I'd always be safe. That became how I handled everything in life, with great caution. I never jumped into anything.
By Olivia J Edens5 years ago in Horror
Breakfast
Breakfast I began my breakfast as I did any other day. I cracked two eggs into the cast iron pan. They hit the oil with a sizzle, and the whites began to puff up and fry, forming tiny lace-like holes. The smell of the smoking olive oil hit my nose, and Rosie lifted her black and white head from my feet and licked her chops. Her breakfast would be in the barn today.
By Isabelle Lewis5 years ago in Horror
The Priory
Fire rose in the dark. Flames flickered and faded in the night. As each new building caught, the fire grew in size, until it engulfed the entire structure, began to fade, caught a new building. A horrifying cycle. Hope dwindled in the townspeople’s eyes as they watched the fires rise. The Pastor had herded everyone out into the fields, far enough from the flames to be safe. The midnight wind blew the bran back and forth, and the shimmering way it danced in the moon and fire tickled the waists of its inhabitants, as if saying “Hello! We don’t often have visitors. Are you planning on staying long?” Another building caught, and with it came a fireball taller than the trees. The townspeople gave a grieving gasp. The smoke plume rose black against the night sky, visible through the torchlight of fire and the stars it obscured. With the Word of the Lord, the people’s Pastor tried to calm his flock.
By Duncan Dempsey5 years ago in Horror
Fallax
I could see it. The lake was not far from where I was. With every ounce of strength I ran until my body felt as though it were floating. The flash of light caught my peripheral, dogs yelled in the distance. Shouts and screams came behind them but I continued. I reached the lake, for a moment just for moment I looked behind and I could see it. I jumped into the lake swimming as fast as I could. The water tasted so bitter, my arms burned with exhaustion. That song. How I wished I could hear it. In this moment I wanted nothing more than to sink. To sink and to be forgotten. I emerged on the other side withered and broken. I again looked back to see it. I paused for a moment. Joy or was it fear? I would like to think it was calm that I felt for that brief moment. The lights, the shouts were fast approaching. I stole my resolve and continued into the forest.
By Elon Rodney5 years ago in Horror
The Mysterious Mr. Willow
Hard work continues to brew in these restless nights, the pounding of steel mashing against each other with tons of cranks turning and creaking echo throughout this cramped neighborhood. A nightmare at first, for sure, but it's almost as if it becomes a lovely symphony. A collection of instruments that all have a part to play to keep a song alive. In this case, Aaron Milano lives for the song, he glorifies himself as the grand conductor for a new masterpiece: America.
By the_real OGJ5 years ago in Horror
Blackout
The light through the hotel curtains was blinding, pulling her out of a dream and into a hangover. She draped her arm over her eyes, trying to block the sun’s evil rays. Head pounding, stomach rolling, mind foggy – this is why she never drank. Her skin also felt tight and itchy, like she had fallen in a mud puddle and it had dried and started to flake. Even worse, her mouth felt gross and dry – she needed water.
By Courtney Pettersson5 years ago in Horror
The Omen
Mrs. Katherine, could you please tell me what took place the day your husband went missing? “Why Certainly, and please, just Katherine is fine. Would you like somethin to drink?” Oh no, no thank you. Please begin. “The year was 1867, in the crisp days of Fall in October. I fondly remember the wind that blew up there and how it would sweep passed the trees on the mountain side as if it were in a bloomin romance, teasin the leaves tryin to get them to fall for it. I was in my mid-twenties, and still living in the mountains of North Carolina with my husband Thomas. A kind man, with a stone-like expression he seemed to never be able to rid himself of unless he was around me. You would never be able to tell just how good of a man he was unless you knew him like I did. He just wasn’t very good with people ya see.
By Cody Woods5 years ago in Horror
The Owl's TV Program
The barn owl, displaced from his native home, sat perched on a branch outside a window and watched the creature within. There was a lot of noise in the room, and the owl decided to ignore it. None of the words made sense, nothing formed into a sensible pattern, so it was unimportant. What it witnessed was this strangely-tinted man storm into his room, grab a small box, and flop into his own perch.
By Denise Glickler5 years ago in Horror
