psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
Nails
I’m slipping back into a state of consciousness, I’m gripping onto reality. It feels like I’m spinning in a vortex of hyperreality, these colors are so vivid and lovely. Why does no one visit me? Why is my grave so empty? Why does no one visit my grave anymore? This deep sadness weighed on my mind as my eyes fluttered open. I lay there silent for a moment, and it feels as if the tears are welling up over this; why will no one come to visit me? It seems as if hours go by when suddenly I am awakened by the thought that I am living. I shoot up in my bed, peering at the soft sunlight shining in through my window. I’m staring at my fleshy hands now, how peach. Whose grave was I sad over? I can still see the dead grass and dirt with a grave marker, no flowers, no name, nothing. I dreamt of nothing, just of this sad memory stuck inside my mind. I’m thinking that maybe someone visited me in my sleep, someone used my humanness to remember theirs. But who? A voice from the past? Or just a simple no one? Aren’t we all just simple no ones though? I sat up out of bed, and started to change into my clothes. I rushed out of the house as I began walking to the cemetery close to my home. I’m hoping to find a resolution there. The sun shone brightly today, the world seemed so alive and happy, who wouldn’t want to live in a world like this?
By Rachel Jacobs7 years ago in Horror
Age of Fear
There is one thing that everyone in the population shares: Fear. Fear can take many forms to focus on a particular paranoia such as nuclear destruction, climate change, fear of foreigners, etc. But why do we have this desire for fear? A recent Rolling Stone article about our “age of fear” notes that most Americans are living “in the safest place at the safest time in human history.” (PBS) In our world today, not only is household wealth on the rise, but also the average lifespan and education. Violent crime and extreme poverty are at an all-time low since 1991. (PBS) Before our current technology and social media outlets, rumors and press coverage would fan the fires. But now, in our age of technological advances, the three F's race instantly through entire populations. Those three F's: Fears, fads, and fantasies. Do you remember the clown scare back in 2016? Everyone was on high alert for anything to protect themselves from the clown. Two years later, we now have a new fascination that scares us.
By Hannah Kannady7 years ago in Horror
Neighbours (Chapter 8)
8 AM I have decided to skip work today. My boss hates me. I was going to get fired anyway. And, who cares? Roy can pay for my unemployed desires, lustful gifts that I could otherwise afford if I had a job. But now I don't. I look around, noticing that I'm not inside my room. I slept on the couch and probably dreamt of him. I'm not really sure of it, but I have a feeling; the kind that sits in your gut, waiting for you to acknowledge it. I get up and wrap my cardigan around my thin frame. I haven't eaten much lately and not because my body doesn't ask for it. In fact, it's like my own mind has been set into oblivion, forgetting to fulfill its basic function— help me survive. My phone has a bunch of messages left unread and one missed call from Anna. I leave the device on the table, unwilling to enter into the realm of social media and the like. I'd rather face my day with no communication at all. She can call the cops if she likes. My boss on the other hand can get hold of a new and more adept person for the job.
By Eugenia Moreno7 years ago in Horror
Insomnia
It was a beautiful stormy night, wind blowing, rain coming down, and the light that shot across the sky resembled fireworks on the forth of July! The thunder was the only thing that would shock you about that storm, its loud crack followed by a bang was so unpredictable and would’ve definitely woke her up if she wasn’t already awake. The room was completely pitch black, only light was that of the occasional near by lighting bolt; flashing a strobe of white into the all black canvas she stared into. What was she even doing up? Things she would ponder at this time. It didn’t make sense, she knew that it was important she woke up well rested, then again, she could easily blame her insomnia on the storm. She tossed her body over to the right side, trying desperately to find a more comforting position. No luck, she quickly shifted back on her back, facing the black empty ceiling. She tried closing her eyes for a moment, this only gave her mind the opportunity to remind her that she was faking and go through an archive of things she forgot to do earlier that day. “Great!” she said softly to herself. Every part of her was caving into the idea of giving up hope of trying to get some sleep. Just as the crackling sound of the thunder smacked her eardrums, she finally sparked an idea.
By J.J Taylor7 years ago in Horror
