psychological

Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.

I KNOW YOU
This headache doesn’t feel like a hangover. I know the pain of a hangover. This is an odd sensation deep inside my brain. I don’t recognize this room either, where am I? Oh God! this is a hotel room! Did I blackout last night? Why can’t I remember what I did last night? Was I so drunk I tripped and bumped my head? Or did I come to a stranger’s hotel room and had sex? “Hello? Is anyone there?” I’m alone in the room, and I’m relieved to see I’m fully clothed, and my underwear is still in place. I look around the room for clues on where am I, or anything about where I have been, I notice the room has decorated in very odd furnishings. Looking at myself in the mirror, I examine myself for signs of an attack, but nothing. Well if this is what they call Rock Bottom, I just hit it.
By J Q L N5 years ago in Horror
"Such A Lovely Place..."
It's 4a.m. My small family, consisting of my wife, our samoyed, Maximo, and myself, were still on the road. We were headed west towards California. Ah, yes! California Dreaming perhaps, or maybe once we reached our destination, we would find the proverbial Hotel California.
By Lee G5 years ago in Horror
Free Bird
My days usually ran like clockwork. I woke up at the same time everyday, 6:30 a.m. I got breakfast ready, and then I would get my siblings up, and ready for school, Sebastian and Dominic, they were twins and could be a little chaotic if you don't have the right tone. My dad was always the first out, but he never failed to make sure he left me some coffee on the burner. He worked in the maritime business cooking meals for the workers on the ships you would see sitting off on the Atlantic coast. My mom left us when I was 13 so for the past four years I have been playing the woman of the house and raising my brothers, and helping my dad find a balance. I don't mind helping out my dad, I could only imagine what he would do if I wasn't around.
By Dishanta Lopez5 years ago in Horror
The First Shift
She approaches the counter timidly as if she were a customer, but I know she isn't here to eat a Monte Cristo and drink burnt coffee at midnight. My regular waitress Dalene sings out to her, "you're the new girl?" The girl's gaze darts immediately to me as if I was the one speaking. She realizes who she should be looking at, but her eyes linger as her face turns away, before finally landing on Dalene.
By Hannah B5 years ago in Horror
The Night Owl
The door of Stan’s 24 Hour Diner whooshed open and then sucked back in against its casing. Cara quit bitching to Keith, the chef, and hurried out to greet the customer. She had an inkling who it was and she was right. The night owl. Four nights in a row now. She watched him lower his hood and cross the diner and sit in a booth by the window. She grabbed a menu from the bar.
By Yanto Adda5 years ago in Horror
One More Month
It was a beautiful morning. As beautiful as it could be in the year 2032. It is a time where everything the sun touches, it burns. Sam woke up four minutes before his alarm. He hoists himself to the side of the bed, where his feet aligned perfectly with his slippers. He pulled his curtains open to greet his dying lawn. Sam sat down to digitally read the paper. A front page headline reads “Only 1 month to go!!”.
By Brian Pomphrey5 years ago in Horror
Ouroboros
Can I take a moment of your time to tell you about the most fabulous little creature? Now, you’re probably thinking it’s some rare bird with bright multicolored plumage that lives in the mysterious heart of the Amazon, or perhaps a cuddly bright-eyed marsupial that looks like a living teddy bear, and obeys and dotes like the most loyal lapdog. You’re wrong on both accounts. However, if at the end of my introductory question, the image of a small brown retinentia leech from the Mississippi bayou entered your mind then you may give yourself a pat on the back.
By Theo Dudley5 years ago in Horror
Saying Goodbye to Mother
SAYING GOODBYE TO MOTHER Written by Shawn Tetrault At no point in this or any other world surrounding, is it to be perceived as understandable, that a still growing boy should be forced to bid a final farewell to his loving mother. Saying goodbye is among the most severe of inevitabilities that we all must face as we steer toward the end of life’s arduous journey. Yet It stands against the natural order by which we all have come to know, to be dealt fate’s most grim hand so early in development. A boy’s mother is meant to guide and care for him as he faces the trials and tribulations set forth by the transition from adolescence into adult hood. She is meant to bandage the wounds from every fall, and easy the pains of romantic turmoil. These are acts that I will no longer have the chance to know, moments that I will never share with mother. The mold breaks with me I suppose. The natural order need not apply.
By Overlook6 years ago in Horror
Fingers Are Like Carrots
Trigger Warning; what comes next is the product of an obsessive thought associated with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. I’ve been working on this whole meal planning thing. Not for dieting, but just to make sure I have something to eat for lunch. Milo says I make too much food anyways so why not make just a bit more and eat it all week?
By Sav Smith6 years ago in Horror
Eat, drink and be Mary
Mary sipped her tea, which was too hot but cooling down by the minute. She sipped slowly, daintily; an unmistakably Mary thing to do.
By Karen Cave6 years ago in Horror
DARK MATTER
I wake up and with my eyes still shut, a long warm breath leaves my body with its shallow sound echoing through my head like a raspy whisper. The sound is somewhat haunting but I find relief in its chilling resonance, it lets me know that I am still alive, still breathing. My breath still trekking its way from my lungs to my throat and out my mouth into what my tightened, bumpy skin tells me is a cold world, comes to a sudden halt. I know something is wrong when I feel a warm, moist current flow, in the same way, my breath did, onto the skin of my face and it radiates down to my neck and shoulders.
By Jonathan Visagie6 years ago in Horror
August 2nd
After packing away her leftovers from lunch, Ronni leaned against the counter and contemplated having a glass of wine. At 1pm, time seemed to go slower when working from home. She went back to her living room and picked up her phone that lay on the sofa. The thought of diving into bed and avoiding people crossed her mind.
By Livy Tan 6 years ago in Horror