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 cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A sheer slip of white curtain that had been pushed to one side was flowing as though dancing in a breeze. It took a minute for my mind to register why that felt so wrong. As the clammy night air filled my lungs, I could feel the rhythm of my heart quicken. There was no breeze that night. The strong scent of pinesap was beginning to upset my empty stomach, and the strange stillness of the forest had my senses pressing to hear past the silence. “You don’t believe in ghosts,” I told myself.
By AJ Cannizzaro4 years ago in Horror
Light in the Dark
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It was such a small thing, insignificant to the darkness surrounding it. What could one candle hope to accomplish, awash in the black seas of infinity? What could it illuminate here, in this dank, decrepit dump? Dust? Decay?
By Christian Oxford4 years ago in Horror
The Candle's Heartbeat
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. She slid herself across the floor to her nightly perch against the wall, dragging his soul behind her. She took the rusty nail and notched a mark into the wall beside her. 14 notches, two weeks she had been there.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle4 years ago in Horror
Somewhere Between Reality and Death. Top Story - June 2022.
The world seemed to shake around me as I crawled my way through the mud and filth of the trench. Each inch a stark reminder would ring throughout the walls of my head: Don’t stand up, don’t stand up, don’t stand up. The dirt walls that surrounded me were my prison and my salvation. It was if my drill sergeant had seared the words into the side of my brain. The words that would come to define my existence seemed so simple, yet so complex. With each inch I crawled the pain would sear in my knees and elbows. Days of rubbing my body against the dirt had resulted in my skin being rubbed raw over and over. It didn’t matter. I had to reach my post.
By A.M Cooper4 years ago in Horror







