psychological

Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.

SILENT TORTURE: THE CLOCK-TURNERS CURSE
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. “It wasn’t my own…it wasn’t my own…it wasn’t my own…I swear.” Small jewel-like thorns grow from the veins glittering the ground like the dust from diamonds. Some say you can see your soul in the reflection, others say it steals a part of you. No one has ever lived long enough to tell. It’s well known that Wolf-Firs protect the heart of the tree. Each of them grows with splinters of mirrors that twist and braid themselves into the rings of the trees like ticks on a clock—they will last hundreds-of-thousands of years and are virtually indestructible. Many people die trying to steal a piece of their trunks—very valuable parts in these lands. BUT, if you ever spot a Wolf-Fir do not let it lure you in, do not…. for you might not escape the hands of time as each passing attempt traps you further and further behind, sinking it's poisonous teeth in you until you disappear forever.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Horror
Epic Village
As soon as upon a time, i the yr 1800, in a non violent village called Epic Village, some thing sinister turned into lurking in the darkness. Top humans of the village had been no longer aware about this evil that changed into brewing, but they quickly would be.
By Rasheek Rasool3 years ago in Horror
The last days
The world was ending. It started with a few minor signs, strange weather patterns, odd behavior from animals, and rumors of strange occurrences in far-off places. But as the days passed, the signs became more and more ominous.
By Mike Lundgreen3 years ago in Horror
Cashmere Hospital- The Man Made of Stars
"I can't get it out of my head. I don't know what to do. Mark said you might be able to help me, but I don't know how." I was sitting by the fountain in the outdoor garden, which most people used as a smoking area. The angel statue held a jug that constantly burbled out water, and I found the patter soothing. I came here to think sometimes, to collect my thoughts, and it was a great comfort to me since the incident with the elevator. I found myself here more and more often these days. Writing this book about the things I've seen and heard in Cashmere Hospital is taking a toll on me, and I think it's impossible to not wonder why I stay in the belly of the beast as I write more and more about the things that go on here.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
The Pursuit
It was a dark and stormy night, and Emily was driving home from a late shift at the hospital. The rain was coming down in sheets, making it difficult to see the road ahead. As she drove, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. She glanced in the rearview mirror but saw nothing out of the ordinary.
By Huzeffa3 years ago in Horror
Haunted Island Horror
It was the late 1800s, and four rich couples set sail on an epic adventure aboard their remarkable ship, the woman Isabella. They had the entirety they wished for a costly voyage, inclusive of excellent wines, gourmand cuisine, and incredible apparel. The couples laughed and danced on the deck, playing the cool sea breeze and the nice and cozy sun.
By Rasheek Rasool3 years ago in Horror
Reflections of Destiny
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. At first, I thought it was just a trick of the light, a smudge on the surface of the glass. But as I looked closer, I realized that the person staring back at me was someone else entirely.
By Zorica Malic3 years ago in Horror
The Abandoned Asylum
The abandoned asylum loomed over the small town like a ghostly apparition. Its decaying walls and broken windows whispered tales of the unspeakable horrors that had occurred within its walls. For years, the townspeople had avoided the building, believing it to be cursed. But one day, a group of teenagers decided to explore the abandoned asylum, unaware of the terrors that awaited them.
By Mian .3 years ago in Horror
Reflections of Terror: The Haunted Mirror
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. I stared at the glass in front of me, a sense of unease creeping up my spine. I couldn't quite place my finger on what was different about the reflection, but something was off.
By Mark Marandi3 years ago in Horror
The Abandoned Asylum
As a young journalist, Sarah had always been drawn to the macabre. She loved exploring abandoned buildings and uncovering the secrets that lay hidden within. So, when she heard rumors of an abandoned asylum just outside of town, she knew she had to investigate.
By Muneeb A.3 years ago in Horror
The Abandoned Asylum
As a young journalist, Sarah had always been drawn to the macabre. She loved exploring abandoned buildings and uncovering the secrets that lay hidden within. So, when she heard rumors of an abandoned asylum just outside of town, she knew she had to investigate.
By Muneeb A.3 years ago in Horror
The Funhouse
1 – When things got weird The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. Not to say it didn’t look familiar, but the image was wrong. It certainly wasn’t reflecting the truth of my world. The doppelganger standing in front of me looked pale as death; perhaps he was dead. Thin red streaks of blood traveled down his cheeks, pooling in the corners of his insane smile. The walls behind the thing masquerading as me were moving, crawling to be more precise. With what I did not know. My skin crawled at the thought of what could be moving in the shadows. The doppelganger, for that is all I could think of calling the figure in the mirror, watched me with his eyes. It moved as I did but with slower, jerky movements that gave me goosebumps. This had to be a trick, an illusion to frighten my mind. That’s what these carnival funhouses are for, right? Putting one on edge, tricking them, confusing their senses. Well, it was certainly working on me. I tried to find my way out, but every turn was just another mirror. One mirror depicting me as skinny and tall, the next mirror, short and fat. Those were the things one, me included, expected to see here. But then I would pass a mirror that showed nothing but my shadow, and then, once again, my evil doppelganger would appear with that smile. I was starting to panic at the thought of being trapped in this funhouse. If a place was ever ill named, this was it. When did things get so weird? That seemed like an easy enough question, but when I thought back on everything that had happened since I had arrived at the carnival, I wasn’t so sure. I couldn’t say when things turned, it didn’t matter now. It was too late by my reckoning, too fucking late.
By Floyd Doolittle3 years ago in Horror