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 Cabin, the Candle, and...Crap!
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. “Abandoned”, is an interesting and apt word here. Originally, from the 14th Century French word, “Abandonner”, it meant things like: “surrender, yield, or relinquish control utterly”. So here, with this image in mind, it may well be a good thing to remember- words and images have power.
By Ariel Schlesinger4 years ago in Horror
The Writing on The Wall
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." Well okay, okay let me start over since we have new listeners. When I was younger, many years ago, the highlight of the Summer used to be the annual family camp out. We would get together on some land that was your great Grandpa, and Grandma’s. In reality its land that had been in the family name since maybe even around Indian times.
By Jordan Flynn4 years ago in Horror
Enigma
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Agatha had been waiting for quite some time to sit down and finish her story. She had procrastinated, as most writers tend to do, long enough. She needed inspiration, so she decided to write in the creepiest place she could find. The light sound of tree branches tapping on the roof, the whistle of the wind, and the slight flicker of the candle flame added to the eeriness. The atmosphere was unsettling to say the least, yet she could only reread her opening line.
By Michael Crone4 years ago in Horror
We Can Do Tricks
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Inside, Donny and Craig argued. They always fought a lot growing up, but this time is different. The stress is getting to Donny, six years the younger of the brothers. He’s only five days clean. His beard is a wild, unwashed tangle and the sleeveless Don’t Tread on Me tee he’s wearing is stained with a streak of ketchup. Craig can tell his brother’s wound up way too tight. Donny keeps stabbing the hunting magazines on the coffee table with his Bowie, like he’s playing mumbly-peg with an invisible hand.
By P. D. Murray4 years ago in Horror
Cat and Mouse
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. I was relieved to see a sign of potential civilization. Being a woman driving alone at night made me nervous, and now my fear of breaking down had become a reality. All I wanted to do was attend my 10th high school reunion, but someone had scattered some nasty-looking pieces of metal on the road. Three of my tires were punctured. I skidded to a stop, halting at the top of a steep ditch.
By Julie Lacksonen4 years ago in Horror
The Krewel Girl
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The light could be seen from the town, as it flickered half-way up the mountain. Whispers went around the tavern of the old Krewel place. Matthias Krewel had been a kindly old man, in spite of his name. He often came down to the village, buying supplies, and selling the little wood carvings he whittled from the pines. The children loved the carvings, and would flock to him whenever he arrived. Some of these children didn't have the pocket change to buy his pieces, but every so often, Mr. Krewel would find they'd misplaced a coin behind their ear, which was just enough to buy a little trinket.
By Malcolm Roach4 years ago in Horror
