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. and Mrs. Jones
“Oh! You’re home early, Nancy.” “I know, I had an appointment. I’m feeling a little under the weather.” “That’s too bad. What did the doctor say?”
By Amber Larkin8 years ago in Horror
“Unheimlich YoU"
You woke up suddenly, startled and confused, groggy, as your eyes adjust to the bright shafts of daylight stabbing at your eyes. Daylight? What were you doing sleeping? Weren’t you supposed to be at class? What time was, is it? You pause to take in your surroundings, unsure of where, when, or why, or even where on campus you are. Rubbing sleep from your eyes, you realize you’re lying on green grass, freshly cut and finely manicured, and, off in the distance—the bell tower. As you ponder this, you stretch your neck, uncomfortable from sleeping on your own book bag.
By Adam Pridemore8 years ago in Horror
Normally Traumatized
Normally Traumatized Stop. Heart beats faster. Don’t be stupid. Wind picks up, blowing papers off the desk, swiftly landing on the floor.
By Drew Dorius8 years ago in Horror
Save Me
The straps are too tight on my wrists. My ankles are trapped by wraps and wraps of metal. I squirm and try and get out with no success. That’s when he walks in. The man in the white coat. My eyes dart towards him and scan his body. He’s going to hurt me again, I just know it.
By Julia Barker8 years ago in Horror
Lydia
The fiery orange dusk sky illuminated over the city signaling for adult and child to head home for the night. A man in his late thirties walked lonely across the dried autumn leaves blowing across the chalky sidewalk. Every click of his boot walking the same path every second of every day from home to work to home again. His mind absent but his body following the steps like a replaying record. He stopped in front of a blue door to the same old, white house. Like always he reached for the doorknob, his house always being unlocked. The cold painful air whipped from his home, the same air that his beloved had once breathed, where his children had played, before that tragic day. He took a few moments and closed the door once again trying to get the past from his mind, to get the courage to walk into his home. 'A nice day for a walk, to clear my mind' he had thought to himself even if it was only for a few seconds. He had walked to his favorite bakery to pick up something sweet to indulge himself in. Once again, walking the same old path back to his home until standing dead in his tracks, his heart had almost dropped from hearing a squealing sob. He walked towards the park where he heard the sobbing and saw a little girl in the sandbox, in a torn, bright blue dress holding an old, dirty bunny that looked like it was once white. He hesitated to approach her, but gathered up the courage, walked over and knelt down. Even feeling his presence she did not look up at him.
By LL Moore8 years ago in Horror
Pillow Thoughts
Sleep paralysis is a concept I have learned to fear due to the nature of the unwelcome guests that arrive with it. Tonight is no different.
By Zene Patton8 years ago in Horror
The Unknown
Everything is dark. I feel like my eyes are open but I can't see a thing. Everywhere around me it is pitch black. I try to move but I find myself to be unable to. I can't tell whether or not I am bound to something or confined in a small place. With every move that I try to make my skin burns. Not just on the surface but deep down as if whatever was causing the feeling was flowing through my bloodstream. I feel the sensation all over my body.
By Eliza Vargas8 years ago in Horror
Phobia Pt. 2
There’s a cacophony of lights swirling around my head. Vibrant pigments dancing in the night sky. Each one erratically jumping from one space to another like a psychotic gnat. Each one more iridescent than the next one against the gloom of the sky. They are accompanied by old-timey carnival music, each note carefully choreographed for the movement of the lights. A large concentration of lights is focused around a singular red and white tent all alone in the middle of this field. The grim backdrop of broad trees stalk behind the illuminated tent. It reminded me of a giant spotlight. Almost like Batman was going to come out of the tent at any moment. You can tell the high top is old given the dingy yellowing of the white sections. I felt a sense of joy and comfort reminding me of my childhood days. Not having a care in the world. Well… it didn’t last long.
By Syzygy Stories8 years ago in Horror
What's Behind One of Edgar Allan Poe's Scariest Stories
“Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality,” wrote Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1949), undoubtedly one of the greatest names of American literature. Many of his works, which deal with themes such as love and hate, evil and guilt or insanity, and thus provide a deep inspection of the human nature, prove that.
By Anezka Smidlova8 years ago in Horror
Phobia (Pt. 1)
I’ve had it since I was child. I never knew why or where I had gotten it, but it has drastically impacted my way of looking at people. My parents don’t have it. My brother had it for a while then got rid of it. Yet, I still have the burden of living with it. My parents are confused as to how I acquired it. I wasn’t born with it, but it instead developed when I got older. It has festered within me. Intensifying with every new experience associated with it. Digging its claws deeper and deeper as I get older. I recently learned that a lot of people have it. It makes me feel a little better, but I fear I may never get rid of it. Many people became disabled because of it. I have this uneasiness that many people make fun of me because of this. I want to be strong, but my cowardice is evident when it comes out. What is it that you ask? My anxiety driven, uneasiness psyche, persistent jitters, unforgiving phobia of clowns. Yes, I am a sufferer of coulrophobia.
By Syzygy Stories8 years ago in Horror
The Devil Watches over Me
Every night for as long as I could remember, I always knew there was something watching me from the shadows and the corners of my room. It has always been a disturbing feeling yet over time I became used to it. I can't call it my guardian angel because it wasn't. Even though it watched over me 24 hours of the day, it wasn't there to protect me. If it was there to protect me, then it would keep my nightmares away from me. Those nightmares would get worse and worse over the years of my childhood. The worst one I can remember was always of me standing face to face with the Devil. It was always the same dream, we just glared at each other. He looked at me with pure hatred and I looked at him with rage and fear. It always felt like he took something from me and that was something that I would not understand until recently.
By Freddy Cabrera8 years ago in Horror
Frozen Forest
The Cold swept around the forest carrying its chilly hand over every branch on every tree. Her long, wicked fingers ran through the leaves, leaving a layer of frost as her trademark. Below the frozen canopy and lying on a thick tree root, slept a young woman. Her breath created white miniature clouds in the air. The cold reached down and pressed her icy finger on the woman’s nose, breaking the dream that she was having.
By Alexia Martinez8 years ago in Horror