psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
Sleep Paralysis
I had recently started taking a new medication, and it had only been about a week since I started it. I remember I went to bed and I usually put some relaxing/meditation videos on my phone to help me sleep. After I fell asleep, I started having this dream that I was in my childhood bedroom. I tried to look around, but I couldn’t move my head. Eventually, after trying to move for a minute I was able to move my arms and my head, but everything felt heavy. It was difficult to lift my arms and I could only move my head slowly. I managed to look to the other side of the room but everything was so dark. I tried calling for my parents, but my voice only came out as a whisper. I managed to roll myself out of bed and onto the floor. I tried to drag myself across the floor to get to the door and the light switch, but it was very difficult. It seemed like the door kept getting farther and farther away. I managed to get to the door and when I tried to stand, I couldn’t. I reached up and grabbed the doorknob to pull myself up enough to turn the light on. No matter how many times I flipped the switch, the would not turn on.
By Rachel Berry7 years ago in Horror
Neighbours (Part 4)
6PM I've been laying on my bed, fiddling with my hair for the past hour, with the words 'human meat' still imprinted in my brain. Could that be the real reason for her distress, or is it quite simply a product of my imagination? While these ideas circle my head, Roy's apartment experiences a loud thud which indicates he's back. I look at his dimly lit room and indeed, there he is, holding a plastic bag with some clear, empty bottles. I stand upright and see him leave for the bathroom, taking the glassware with him. He soon reenters the room with these filled up to the top, and I begin to wonder what they contain. Is it water? I wouldn't think Roy is that simple of a man. Without a previous warning, he throws it on top of the lifeless girl and lights up a single matchstick. Her body is in flames, as if she was in a Viking ritual, biding one last goodbye to this world on a bed rather than a luscious ship. I feel sorry for her but not necessarily bad. Roy is still holding the bottle, watching her body disintegrate under red, beautiful flames. He then pours what appears to be water over her corpse and the fire is soon extinguished.
By Eugenia Moreno7 years ago in Horror
The Figure
As a kid, I had a very active imagination and I daydreamed a lot. But who didn't as a kid, right? One early morning I saw something I still can't explain till this day. The year was 1996 and it was the summer, my siblings were gone this particular night. Which is weird, because stuff like this always happened when they weren't around to see.
By Travis Johnson7 years ago in Horror
Neighbours (Part 3)
7 PM I sit there mortified, afraid that he may have seen me watching his every move. He may come after me. However, despite his crime, I still do not reject him entirely and I feel dreadful about it. What is wrong with me? Have I really become that desperate? I decide to phone one of the only few friends who still stand by me.
By Eugenia Moreno7 years ago in Horror
Sleep Paralysis
Night Terrors The corners of the room create a shadow, while my night-light illuminates the room just enough to see my sinister nightmare. He stares down at me, towards the end of my bed. His cold shadow just stands there, with no movement, and the only sound made is his heavy breathing. Two steps are made to the left. My eyes never leave his body. With a fast movement, he cocks his head to his right. I realized that I wasn’t breathing, I couldn’t. My tears form and flow down my fearful face. I try moving, running away, but the fear pulls me under. He’s closer, breathing against my wet face. His smile appears from his concealed face as he roars with laughter. The man’s facial features appear; half of his face is burnt away, and the other half is torn with blood running down, while his teeth are perfectly straight and pure white. The man jumps on top of me and I try to scream, but nothing comes out.
By Alexandra Blom7 years ago in Horror
Neighbours (Chapter 2)
9 AM I wake up and realise it's Saturday. I must have fallen asleep watching my new neighbour draw, his pencil maniacally tracing the paper. I wonder what he's created. However, when I look up to stare at his open window I see that he's left. His room remains exactly as he had left it, with that lab coat sitting on the hanger waiting to be worn. Is he really a doctor or just pretending to be? Perhaps he likes to think he can save lives when he's really just an artist. I don't know and I'd like to say that I do not care but something about him is intriguing and, frankly, attractive. Am I falling for a stranger despite my husband leaving me not so long ago? Maybe, and it feels rather bizarre. I see the wine glass, staring at me with its shiny surface rather accusingly. Why did I drink? I shouldn't have but I still did. My head hurts a little but the sound of children screaming diverts my attention from my own sorrows. There I see my neighbour's children, laughing and jumping even though they have just woken up. I envy their energy and wonder if that is one of the reasons why he left me. The tedious routine which our life had become without barely any contact or intimacy in our lives. Simple arguments which were never resolved and the guilt I felt for not being able to make him happy. I stand up suddenly as I cannot bear to think about past times. Those are gone and I moved here for a good reason. I decide I should go out for a walk, perhaps stop by a bus station where perhaps I'll get to meet my new neighbour as he heads somewhere in town. Or, instead, I should put on my gym gear and head to the local gym in the hopes of finding him there. I don't know, but I must head out.
By Eugenia Moreno7 years ago in Horror
Smokescreen
Animosity lingered between the two of them; the only two in that room that had never met—they still didn't even know each other's names, for Christs' sake—but a tingling on the neck and quiver of the upper lip meant something was amiss. Alas, all of this was unnoticed by the other five people within the room.
By Hannah Marsh7 years ago in Horror
Why Do We Fear Death?
Death is one of humanity's biggest fears (some people could argue that it is undoubtedly our biggest fear). This has been true ever since the first humans walked the earth. Imagine being one of those humans and making the morbid and shocking discovery that death exists. You lose a family member, friend, or lover to death's cold, merciless grip. Unable to cope with the horrifying and sickening event, you live your life dazed until death takes you, too. You learned that it would also come for you. Or maybe you did not think it would. Either way, those humans developed a fear of death and, as a result, this fear became ingrained in the human psyche.
By Meghan Hirst7 years ago in Horror
Neighbours (Chapter 1)
10 PM I'm sitting in front of my window at home, celebrating my promotion with a glass of wine. I give it a sip, enjoying the view of my neighbours' Friday activities from my accustomed sitting place, facing my open window. I see a light coming from one of the many small terraces that decorate the façade of the building. I hear the voices of children, happily laughing and setting a table. I can only imagine their mom has cooked something extremely pleasant. Another light is turned on and this young boy enters, dressed all in sports. He's about to change, but soon notices me and awkwardly puts the blinds now, leaving the room protected by an opaque wall. Suddenly I see another light flicker, about a floor higher up. A tall man enters the room with a couple of boxes being carried by his long, strong arms. He lets them drop with a loud bang and sits down on top of one, checking his phone for about ten minutes. The rest of the complex seems to have gone to sleep. I should to. I have no reason to stay awake and watch my neighbours carry on with their day. No friends, no plans. Just me, as it has always been.
By Eugenia Moreno7 years ago in Horror
Memories
Fog shrouded the island. Thick white haze, like a large wet blanket, was pulled over the entire chunk of land. He wasn’t afraid, he knew he would eventually be back. Life had to go on, even if he didn’t. To him it seemed like years since he was on the island, but it didn’t matter. Time wouldn’t move without him, it waited for him to come back. Days, weeks, months, time would hold for as long as it had to. Like a worried father waiting up impatiently at the table for his little girl to come home from her first date. When he stepped back on the island, time would be there to greet him.
By Nowhereman7 years ago in Horror
Reflections
I saw the thing looking back at me from the mirror again today. I cannot explain what it is, and to anybody else it would look like a normal reflection. It looks just like me and acts exactly like a reflection should, but I know it is just trying to trick me. When I wave my arm, it waves. When I move, it copies me. It has my face and my eyes, but it is not my reflection, it is something else and I think it knows I know. Sometimes I can see a look in its eyes when I wake up in the morning. I look up with groggy eyes to see it staring back at me, staring at me with a look of somebody with a secret. It got to the point where I was even afraid to go near the mirror fearing that I might get too close, and be pulled right into that strange place were reflections are born, and come face-to-face with the creature that wears my appearance as a disguise. The first time I noticed something was wrong was only a couple of days ago, but since then things have gotten progressively worse.
By Nowhereman7 years ago in Horror
