psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
Carnival: Discharge
“They’re gone because of you.” Josh woke up screaming once again. It was only getting worse. It had been six months since he was rescued from Sunny. Though Sunny, physically, escaped. Josh was very much haunted by the events. He had convinced himself that everyone was only being nice to him because they felt bad for him. He already felt bad enough for being the only survivor. He didn’t want their charity.
By Christopher Shavers3 years ago in Horror
‘Halloween Ends’ Movie Review
Rounding out David Gordon Green’s Halloween sequel trilogy, Halloween Ends picks up four years after the previous two films. Michael Myers (James Jude Courtney) has seemingly vanished without a trace, following his prior massacre of the angry mob in Haddonfield. Laurie Strode (Jamie Lee Curtis) is living with her granddaughter Allyson (Andi Matichak) and working on her memoir. But when Corey Cunningham (Rohan Campbell), a troubled young man with a tragic past, begins to take a liking to Allyson, Laurie senses a familiar darkness in him and worries that the boogeyman might still be here after all.
By Will Lasley3 years ago in Horror
Carnival: Knock Knock
A female and male couple stumbled through the front door of a cabin. Kissing all over each other, they comment on how great of an idea it was to steal her dad’s keys. They justify it by saying her dad hasn’t done anything with the place for years and how he was trying to get other family members to take the property from him. As the male kissed along her neck, asking why wouldn’t anyone want to live there. She said she didn’t understand why. In between breaths, they complimented the cabin while comparing it to each other. The smooth surface of the floor, the crystal decorations being very clean, the animal fur rug being well maintained, the wood being strong. As they began to undress, there were two knocks at the door. Annoyed, the male went over to see who it was.
By Christopher Shavers3 years ago in Horror
The Last Human Thing
Have you noticed how many people die of cancer in Stephen King stories? It’s not a coincidence. The Master of Horror knows his field. King’s mother died of uterine cancer, so he knows whereof he speaks. If I was going to have one thing in common with Stephen King, I’d have rather had his book sales. But there we go.
By Nico Reznick3 years ago in Horror
The Man in the Iron Mask
In 1698, a masked man is escorted from the prison fort on Île Sainte Marguerite, a small island to the south of France. Guards stand armed and ready, carefully watching him to ensure he does not attempt to escape or remove his mask, just as they have done for the past 11 years. This is nothing new for the masked man. This is the third prison he has called home over the past 29 years of his life.
By Library of the Lost3 years ago in Horror
If The Father Calls
Susan told me, “If you won’t talk to anybody about it, then write about it.” She knows something bad happened when I was young. She knows it’s the reason I have nightmares all these years later but doesn’t know more than that. And I won’t tell her. I love her too much to tell her. But maybe she’s right. Maybe it’s for the best that I return to the memory of that night. Maybe then the dreams will stop. I’ll try anything.
By Talbot Finch3 years ago in Horror
The Last Jack O Lanterns
George looked down at the smashed gourds and wondered who could have possibly done such a thing. His father had grown pumpkins in this field for generations, and nothing like this had ever happened. The Fontnoirs had five hundred acres, half of which were just for pumpkins. The East field had been set aside for pumpkin growth, and the jack-o-lanterns on the fence posts around the field had been smashed to bits. Laying in the road, they appeared to have been left as a warning. It wasn't many, maybe fifteen gourds in all, but Daddy looked worried.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
Ghost Town
Where the hell am I? I blink as the town before me comes into view through the fog like a bad omen. From the tree line driving in, I can tell that it is average size but nothing spectacular; the apartment complexes in the center are among the biggest buildings there and they don’t look bigger than three stories or so. On the west side, I can see little settlements of suburban homes, roads leading through them, circling into cul de sacs like a 1950s suburbia. On the east side seems to be the residential area where the business happened: banks, restaurants, shops of all kinds. The tallest building is a cathedral of some kind in the middle with a big clock in the side, with the arrow hands showing the time of 12:15.
By Thomas Horan3 years ago in Horror
