psychological

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

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The spirit’s body loomed darkly above Delilah’s body. A body wasn’t quite the right description though. It was more like an elongated orb of darkness with no other shape and defining features. The body lacked, well, parts.
By Brittany DeWidt6 years ago in Horror
Not a Love Story
Lightning flashed in her eyes, bringing with it intense pain, then showers of blackness, darkness, shadows...blindness... She could see nothing. The doors remained open behind her. She knew she had made it past them, but she could only sense a dark emptiness, like a primordial chaos that no human soul could withstand. It bore down on her until she was sure it would push her back behind those doors and lock them forever, leaving her eternally trapped. Then gradually, the non-existent blindfold began to loosen, the imaginary hands over her ears moved away, and she could begin to hear a trembling voice.
By Crisanta 6 years ago in Horror
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Delilah woke with a start, her body heaving and covered in sweat. The ceiling fan above her shifted the focus of the red lights illuminating her room. To the side, her alarm clock flicked off and on at a rapid pace, blinking between 12:00 and being dark. Delilah looked at her left arm, a small bruise forming on her wrist.
By Brittany DeWidt6 years ago in Horror
Tragically True
You would never think it could happen to you. The thought wouldn’t even cross your mind because it’s so unfathomable. You wake up, things a bit blurry at first. The room dim, yet gently lit by the hall lights. You realize you’re not at home, not in your bed. Someone reaches out to you. The face still masked by the haze in your eye. She says your name as your vision clears. Oh, “Mom?”
By Alena McDaniel6 years ago in Horror
A Free Hand
I’ve lost count of the years I have been held here against my will; I no longer remember anything else. In all this time I have been bound to my captor.
By [email protected]6 years ago in Horror
Blue Curtain
Blue Curtain By Amanda Orive There was the cold silence of isolation in November, the temptation could not have been more predestined - but I never expected her to be so cruel. We were friends, sisters.
By Amanda Panda6 years ago in Horror
It Started on a Train—Part One
He sat there like any other day, numb, trying to distance himself from the dull humps of flesh that were packed into the train like so many sardines stuffed in a humid stale can. He could feel contempt rising in his throat every time one of them touched him. It was nauseating to feel their bodies brush his. He absolutely despised people but this was important work.
By Allen Banks6 years ago in Horror
The Thing Outside Her Window
Kristina looked out of the window. She squinted her eyes desperately trying to see clearly through the dark night. This was not made easier with the heavy rain splattering on her window. She did this every night. Every night before going to bed, she would eat her dinner, make some herbal tea and stand at the window in her bedroom, staring out of it, cup in hand. She did not do this for no reason of course, but after months and months, it had become a routine.
By Nickoncé6 years ago in Horror
The Stalker (0/33)
I always knew to avoid the man in the white van. I guess you could say we all did. Like a fox stalking a magpie, he sat patiently at the edge of Pinemount Road; every, single, morning.
By Jord Tury6 years ago in Horror
3:33
It was 3:33 in the morning and this thing, a shadow-like person, had its arm pressed down on my chest to the point where I could not sit up. Unable to scream or make a move, this thing had me pinned.
By Bazooka Teaches6 years ago in Horror
The Mean Reds
Mom touched the doorknob and glanced at my face. We shared the same expression of hesitant confusion. She opened the door and took a single step inside, and I followed suit.
By Joseph Webb6 years ago in Horror
Choose Them Wisely
The signing up process was scaringly smooth. After filling in my profile details, I quickly scrolled down through the terms and conditions. I’m a businesswoman. I don’t have time for that. I was just one click away to getting automated and personalised posts. Well, one click and one pill. I must admit that the whole pill thing put me off a little. But all my colleagues had already been in the social network for a while and I couldn’t afford to be left behind. After all, it’s crucial to have a decent online presence, and if it was all a matter of swallowing a pill, I wasn’t going to chicken out. The purple pill gave me a stabbing headache for a week. Every little thing would irritate me and I was struggling to get through the days, but I couldn’t be off work for something like that. Yes, it was a bit of a nightmare, but I’ve had it worse. How could I be so naive? The worst was yet to come…
By Mireia Prats6 years ago in Horror