psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
The Event of Last Night; or The Cabinets are Always Open
I was swallowed in comfort, first feeling that particular twang in my stomach. I rarely experienced genuine hunger but the effects always hit hard. Immediate need for sustenance. An occasional reminder this vessel I inhabit is organic.
By kristen renee3 years ago in Horror
The Secret of the Old Mansion
The old mansion at the end of the street had always been a mystery to the town's residents. It was said to be cursed, haunted by the ghosts of its former inhabitants, and surrounded by an aura of darkness and danger. Despite the rumors, no one had ever dared to enter the mansion or uncover its secrets until a group of teenagers decided to investigate.
By Ali Aoun Meraj3 years ago in Horror
Cashmere Botanical Gardens pt 2 The Tree Exhibit
I was awoken Tuesday morning by a call from Carl. I had been sleeping poorly, my dreams filled with the strange lady I had encountered on my round that night. The more I studied her, the more I came to believe that she was the statue from the pond, but that was crazy. Statues didn't just get up and walk around on their own. The more I remembered about that night though, the more convinced I became that it had been the woman depicted in that statue. Was she someone who worked for the park? Did we have an actor who portrayed her for meet and greets?
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
Cashmere Botanical Gardens pt 4 midnight revels
The four of us walked back into the Gardens and towards the long buildings that had reminded me of class rooms. Doctor Thurston led us past rows of growing trays and glassed off rooms with biohazard signs on them until we reached a door with the legend Hadrian L Thurston MD on it. The doc slid a key in and we all piled into the cozy space. It was bigger than our security cubicle but not by much. Most of the space was taken up by bookshelves and the mahogany desk that Thurston planted himself behind. Carl stood at his right, and I took the seat across from him as Randy leaned against the wall near the door. Randy looked tired and unhappy to be there, but I guess when Carl called you, you answered the phone.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror









