Psychological

One More Friday Night
He could hear the pounding of feet from behind. The muffled sounds of screaming and yelling. His heart pounded through his chest, and blood pumped strong through his veins. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a black-and-white figure trying to keep pace. This only accelerated his own stride, causing him to run upright at an alarming speed. He loved this feeling. It was part exhilaration, part fear, and part violence. The rush of brisk air hitting his face through the metal cage he wore. This was how he found acceptance, how he made friends, and one of the only places he ever found peace. As he continued to pull away, he could see his goal. The crowd grew louder. The orange pylon was just feet away...
By Clifford Kincaid7 months ago in Fiction
The Door Opened at 11:39 PM
to being on our own. My parents worked late shifts and rarely returned before midnight. The house, tucked at the edge of a dense forest, always felt too quiet, too still after the sun went down.
By CreepVille Horror Stories7 months ago in Fiction
The Mirror Only I Could See
I discovered the mirror when I was eleven. It wasn’t hidden behind a curtain or buried beneath the floorboards. It hung plainly in the hallway between my room and the laundry closet, a place so ordinary that no one paid attention to it — except me.
By Mian Nazir Shah7 months ago in Fiction
We Never Said 'I Love You'
We Never Said ‘I Love You’ By Mahboob Khan We met in October, the kind of cold that makes your fingers hurt and your thoughts feel heavier. She was standing under a bus stop with a broken umbrella, fighting the wind like it was personal. I had a better one — barely — and I offered to share it. She rolled her eyes but stepped under anyway.
By Mahboob Khan7 months ago in Fiction
The Morning After the Last Goodbye
The Morning After the Last Goodbye By Mahboob Khan I woke up to a silence that felt more final than any shout could ever be. The apartment was dark, save for the weak pre-dawn glow slicing through the curtains. I lay in bed, still tangled in the sheets we once shared, wondering if I had done something wrong or if it was just time. Last night’s conversation replayed in my head like a broken record—a conversation where words had been left unsaid, scattered in the space between our hearts.
By Mahboob Khan7 months ago in Fiction
The other me woke up first . Content Warning.
The first thing I remember was the light — sharp, unnatural. My eyelids refused to cooperate. My limbs were limp, soaked in sweat, tingling like I’d just returned to them after years. There was a hum in the ceiling. A coldness in the floor. And someone breathing.
By E. hasan7 months ago in Fiction
You left the door open . Content Warning.
You left the door open. That’s what the note said—scrawled in looping, childlike handwriting on the back of an old gas station receipt.
By E. hasan7 months ago in Fiction
Guardian. Content Warning.
Should I embrace her or run from her? By the age of three, I was seeing and conversing with many beings. Young, old, seemingly people, but maybe not. Not people anyone else saw.
By Cathi Allen7 months ago in Fiction
She was shaped by absence - but defined by her fight.
Marisa always left the chair by the window untouched. It was the only thing in her apartment that remained precisely where it had been thirteen years ago. Dust skimmed the arms, and the cushion had flattened, but she wouldn’t sit in it. Couldn’t.
By Olena 7 months ago in Fiction
The Reunion
The bell rang for the final time. I was free, and we were free. My best friend Jesse and I already cleaned out our shared locker in preparation for this day. We spent the day having fun and chatting with the other boys, while our teachers kept us calm, but otherwise not much else. We were graduating seniors. Jesse and I were the first boys running out of Bishop McNamara High School.
By Jaye Pool7 months ago in Fiction
The Whispered Name. Content Warning.
The sound of trickling water dissipated behind her as she slipped beneath the trees. Darkness had swallowed the world. No stars. No moon. No light. Her footsteps concealed, she was alone deep in the woods. Roots rose above the ground, reaching out their hands to trip her. The ground was slick, turning into ice by way of the crisp winter breeze. Her breath came in short frantic bursts—her lungs fighting against the heavy bitter air.
By Hailey M7 months ago in Fiction
Or Else
“Do you need my name for the drink?” I asked the barista behind the counter as she took my iced peach green tea order. “No, it’s okay. You’re the only one in here right now,” she giggled.
By Mikayla Rose7 months ago in Fiction