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 Chorus
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The trees grew tall, and intertwined around it, through it, cracking open the wood that aged as long as a lifetime. The light from the burning wax ignited as something awoke from its deep slumber upon the first day of fall when the trees changed from greens to reds. They would chant like a chorus through their vines and moss, it’s coming, it’s coming, warning those around, only their voices would merely mix and sway with the wind, branches creaking, breaking.
By Jacklyn Casey4 years ago in Horror
Campfire Ghost Story
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It looked like one of those candles that were battery powered and wasn’t really made of wax. I know that because my mother used to have hundreds of them in her house. My sister and I used to joke that when dusk rolled around everyday the house would look like a funeral home, with all the battery powered “candles” strewn about and flickering endlessly.
By Kristi Flowers4 years ago in Horror
The Missing Children of Akutan. Runner-Up in Campfire Ghost Story Challenge.
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The soft glow spilled across fresh caribou tracks along the muddy path. I’d been tracking them through the winding forest before the steps became disoriented, scattered. The caribou, they’d been spooked into the Valley of Teeth, a place beyond our borders where even the bravest among us dared not tread. In the path stood a small wooden totem of a boy with a carved hawk perched on the boy’s shoulder. The candle in the window flickered and I knew what it meant; we all did. Another child had gone missing, and it was only a matter of time before the tribal elders came to me for help. I’d been the only one to ever escape the napaq angun, the Wooden Men.
By W. Tyler Paterson4 years ago in Horror
Crib
The cabin in the woods has been abandoned for years, but tonight, a candle burns in the window. In the absence of heavy footfalls and decidedly urban voices, nature has grown bold, in these woods. Circling this cabin. Where once shovels and pike fences had ruled this clearing, now plants curl posts; birds build nests; bugs burrow deep. But tonight no trace of the birds is to be found; the bugs find their underground haven and stay there; the very plants appear to wither and retract, desperate to be passed, unnoticed.
By Lyndon Beier4 years ago in Horror
You Wanted to Be Alone
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The wind swirled into the room, stirring the scattered leaves on the floor and riffling the blankets strewn across the ratty green couch in front of the fireplace. It swept underneath closed doors, touching every inch of the desiccated cabin before rustling the moth-eaten curtains on its way out. The candle burned on.
By Addison Horner4 years ago in Horror
Alone
I can't remember I can't remember what it looks like: The Blue Sky or the Yellow Sun, it has been so long. The only thing I see now is darkness and nothing more. Everywhere I look, I see the empty void of light, and all I can feel is the cold shiver that runs down my spine, having to stare at the nothingness and what may lurk out there. Walking is all I can do: walk until my legs bleed, then walk some more until this eternal abyss ends. I feel around, trying to touch and gather a sense of the idea of where to go. Still, all I can think and see of is trees, the rows, and rows of Tallwood trees. The trees are as tall as the concrete skyscrapers in New York and as dense as stainless steel. I wish I could see these miracles of botany in the light. Still, in the darkness, it felt like a wall enclosing and surrounding me, constricting me like a Boa Constrictor strangling its victims. The wired thing is that I would not hear anything for miles, and then all of a sudden, hoot, hoot, the sound of an owl shaking my bones and nerves. I wish I didn't come here; I never wanted to end up in this place. This dark, empty, soulless Forrest, why did I come here, only me and no one else. I mean, humans are social creatures. They are never meant to be alone; when humans are alone and in darkness, they become something more scary and animalistic.
By Ronin Matthews4 years ago in Horror
