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 Haunted Asylum
The sun was setting on the outskirts of town, casting an eerie glow over the abandoned asylum. The group of paranormal investigators gathered outside, ready to embark on their investigation. There were five of them, each with their own set of skills and equipment. There was Jane, the psychic medium who could communicate with spirits; Mark, the tech expert who had an array of cameras and recording equipment; Sarah, the historian who had researched the history of the asylum; Tom, the skeptic who was there to keep everyone grounded; and finally, John, the leader of the group.
By Peter williams3 years ago in Horror
Phantoms !
The Haunting of Mill Creek Manor Mill Creek Manor was a grand estate that had stood on the outskirts of town for over a century. The sprawling property had passed through several wealthy families over the years, but none had stayed for long. The locals whispered that the manor was cursed, haunted by the ghost of a former owner who had died a tragic death in the house.
By Sarah Williams3 years ago in Horror
The Hospital of Shadows
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own, and I knew something was wrong. I had just woken up in a hospital room, my head throbbing with pain. I couldn't remember what had happened and when I ended up in a hospital, but I knew that my face was different. When I looked in the mirror, I was shocked as I saw the face of a stranger staring back at me - a face that was flawless, bright, and beautiful, but also unsettlingly perfect.
By Omar Sohail3 years ago in Horror
The Mirror's Deception: A Reflection That Wasn't My Own
It was just an ordinary day when I woke up and headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth. As I stood in front of the mirror, I caught a glimpse of my reflection, but something was off. It took me a moment to realize that the person staring back at me wasn't me at all.
By junaid mughal3 years ago in Horror
Dissonance
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Those symmetrical, dainty features set in a face of smooth amber glow with not even a hair out of place could not possibly be mine. The mahogany eyes beckoned one in with delusions of trustworthiness only to guide one further into despair and ruin. If only the mirror would tell the truth that lies below the shallow exterior. I knew the reflection well enough as it shared my face, but it was only a shallow exterior. The truth of the things I was forced to do using this disguise haunted me.
By Caitlyn Ramberg3 years ago in Horror
The Haunted Doll
As a young girl, Emily had always loved dolls. Her room was filled with them, ranging from porcelain to plastic. But there was one doll that stood out from the rest, a small porcelain doll with a red dress and black hair. Emily had received the doll as a gift from her grandmother, who had claimed that the doll was special and had been passed down through generations of their family. Emily didn't believe in such things, but she treasured the doll nonetheless.
By Alagumuthukumar Dhakshinamoorthy3 years ago in Horror
The Reflection
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Once again, she stood on the other side. Smiling back at me. Although her smile seemed different today. It seemed to be a little... off, today. Behind her wasn't her usual floral pattern wallpaper like it always used to be. Instead, in place of the usual wallpaper I've grown used to see every day, was an open door to a whole new world. She just stood there. The reflection in the mirror right in front of me. Smile spread across her face. Thick dark brownish red lines had exited her eye sockets, falling down her cheeks until they reached the top of the top seam to her brightly colored white nightgown. Behind her I couldn't help but notice the colors looking brighter than ever. Usually, she was so dark. Darkened. Her hair. Her eyes. Her skin. Almost as if you couldn't own lightbulbs wherever she was. Dark. The only thing about this girl that wasn't dark was her nightgown. That brightly colored white nightgown. I always thought of it to be some sort of Victorian style; almost as if that could've been the time frame she was supposed to be in? Was it? Was she even a ghost? Could a ghost be a reflection in the mirror? She couldn't had been that old. She's young. She seems young. She seemed to resemble me.. in some way. The same hair. Similar facial features. She even had the exact same nose slope that I had.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet3 years ago in Horror
Somber Reflections
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. There was no telling how long it had been tucked away in the cobweb infested basement room in the north wing of the palace, draped with a rotting linen coverlet so old and faded that the original color was long since lost under a dingy grey veneer. I certainly couldn’t ask about it, since it had been declared by my father, the king, that access to the north wing was prohibited to all, regardless of station. “Unsafe,” it was said to be. None asked why the royal architects were not put to work making it safe. The one time I tried to ask I was ignored, my father pointedly speaking over me and pushing me aside. “Go to your lessons and do not trouble me with silly questions,” he muttered into my ear as he nudged me toward the door.
By Chris Walker3 years ago in Horror
