psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
A Single Moment
I remember the blood, running thick and warm with an eye-numbing gush of red. It never seemed to end, as a sea that I would drown in. I remember the sweat, shining with intense distress. I remember the bending of each breaking bone and tearing of every muscle tendon. “We are just stories in the end, so make it a good one, eh?” I know great stories are filled with adrenaline filled action and steamy sex, but this one only has blood, addictions, and a ton of confusion. I don’t know if you’re another delusion or not, so I’ll try to tell you what I remember, whether it happened or not. That’s the issue with losing your mind. You lose your grip on everything else.
By jair ortiz3 years ago in Horror
Comatose
I dreamt that I joltingly woke up in the furthest back seat of the metro. Noticing that we'd just entered the underground portion of our trip. After looking out the back exit, I was compelled to stand up and slowly make my way forward through the caboose, make sure I wasn't alone and something was wrong. As I reached the connecting door, I saw that there were a bunch of other passengers, I was just alone back here and sighed with relief. Sitting back down, I pulled out my phone to play Geometry Dash until the end of the trip from the airport I arrived at to the city of Moscow, Russia. A sightseeing trip and I thought to myself: 'still playing games on my phone half way across the world... jeez.' Starting to feel guilty, I went to put my phone away but realized during my sleep, that it had reached one percent and died in my hand before it slid into my pocket, the last thing I saw being the date of August 5th, 2042.
By Conlan Nielsen3 years ago in Horror
Ghost Train
Slowly my eyelids fluttered, waking up to glimpses of metallic benches, bulletproof plastic windows with graffiti drawings on it. As I slowly sit up, I had pain in my head as if someone knocked me out blind, and my ribs were bruised too. As I looked around to see if anyone was on the train , it was empty. I began to search my pockets to see if I could find any clues , I found nothing but lint and gum wrappers. I looked out the window; and it seemed like the train was not slowing down, it was at least speeding 70 -80mph. While I am trying to find help, walking to the next cart, I enter and I see 17 people aboard on the train. I yell for help, but no one responded as if they were deaf. I walk towards this man who was wearing a black tuxedo, Caucasian, dark brown hair, blue eyes age range was like 35 years old. I asked the man, what is going on here? The man did not respond, CAN ANYONE HERE ME?! Still no response: no one speaks, they seemed possessed. I walked to the next cart but it led to the back of the train. Their was nothing but midst of strong wind and the appearance showed as color traces.
By Quilla Chambers3 years ago in Horror
An Unchained Medley of Love Lost
My name is Cy and I have certain gifts, which have made me world renown as a paranormal investigator, because I bring resolution to the hauntings that people experience (I do not say this in a bragging way, it is just the truth). I have traveled globally with my work and when I am back home in the States, I live and work in an RV so I have everything I need at a moment’s notice.
By J.C. Malek3 years ago in Horror
Alphabet Phobia
Chapter One Ablutophobia – Fear of bathing, cleaning or washing When I was 5 years old my mother put me in the bathtub. Nothing unusual about it, just a bath. I was playing outside in our sandbox and got dirty. Cassie was my mother's name, and she was a lovely mother. Every night, she rocked me to sleep, sang me lullabies, and fed me rich, nourishing meals. She had no idea that leaving the bathroom for less than a minute would leave me scarred for the rest of my life. I've been in and out of foster homes since then. It was straight to the nuthouse after I turned 18. When I was nine years old, my mother died by suicide. I'm guessing the custody battles and jail time were too much for her.
By Haley Williams-Conner4 years ago in Horror
The Dog Walker
It was a gusty October afternoon, and the smell of rain was still in the air from the heavy storm that passed by the night before. Toby Pearson walked along the winding sidewalk on Auckland Street, kicking up sticks and leaves with a sturdy but well-worn pair of black Doc Martins strapped to both feet. He air drummed along to an old Metallica song until he was satisfied with his solo performance and his knuckles were a raw pink from the cold.
By Nicole Charbonneau4 years ago in Horror
Deja Vu
As I fell into a vivid slumber, I traversed through the dreamscape of my mind's creation. I enter this place unfamiliar to me a hall with boxes and vases adorned against the wall. As I walk further down a glance to my right is a meeting room with many chairs. I shift my head to the left a open room with and open box. I turn back and look once more there it was... a large, heavy, and darkened door. I go to reach for that handle, but my eyes open before the door does. Woke up and said "oh... it was just a dream".
By Robby Sirio4 years ago in Horror
