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 Ritual
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but on one night, a candle burned in the window. The black hooded cult members stood in a circle, hushed chanting filling the silence of the room. The smell of rot consumed the air surrounding the cabin. The buzzing of fly wings played in harmony over the chanting until all noise came to a hush and an unsettling silence fell upon the cabin and forest. As the members took a knee and bowed their head, a tall, shadowy figure rose from the center of the circle. His eyes surveyed the room and a wicked smile spread across his lips as he rose to a stand. His hand clapped firmly on one specific member's shoulder as his voice, quiet and demanding, boomed out.
By Kayla Knell 4 years ago in Horror
Thicker than Blood
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. When Monroe first told Lewellyn about the cabin he stumbled upon, she was too sullen to care. Spending part of her summer in something called Winterlust Lodging was beyond her. The property belonged to their grandfather and would belong to them one day. If Lewellyn inherited the lodging, she would sell this dead end place in a heartbeat. With barely any phone reception, Lewllyn's restless thoughts were stifled by the never-ending drawl of crickets and squawks that echoed through the surrounding bushland. One of the many downsides of living with just Allen, their introverted father, meant that she and her brother had to accompany him on one of his writing sabbaticals. Their father hadn’t liked it any more than she had. Monroe didn’t seem to mind, but then again, he always had a vivid imagination and played alone.
By J.L. McCarthy 4 years ago in Horror
The Labyrinth of Children
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Belle had been perched up in her treehouse every night for the past three weeks for this moment, for any single thing to catch her eye–and her moment had come. Anyone who would have seen the girl from afar would have thought nothing of her, as slight and bruised as she was, stepping away from the telescope she got for her 11th birthday. She clamored down the broken ladder of her treehouse and into the thick of the heat, the night breeze not enough to shake the humidity that clung to her skin as she began to run.
By Emily Patrock4 years ago in Horror
The wicked wick
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. This barely-there flicker in the dark was the only reason a lone hunter hiking in the woods had noticed the cabin. He had been on his feet for days, without rest or sleep. A structure with a roof was this hunter’s only criteria for a place to stay overnight.
By Olga Gabris4 years ago in Horror
