psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
2023
July 18, 2023 The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Sounds like the start of a horror story, doesn’t it? The reality is, it’s me. There is no more electricity for the public and I am doing everything I can to transform this abandoned cabin into a safe haven, an acceptable homestead. I finally reinforced the stairs enough to explore the attic and found this typewriter and some paper there (and a few jars of canned peaches–I think it’s peaches, at least). I’m grateful for this typewriter as it helps me to maintain the ability to communicate in this desolate situation. There are a few people I think I can count on to help with this place, but I have yet to fully trust them enough to let them know where I spend my time.
By Trinity Murchie4 years ago in Horror
Sleep Paralysis
The dim light of the night washes the room gray; deep shadows twist and pool in the corners of the room—silhouettes of toys and furniture cast ghoulish shadows upon the papered walls. Your wide eyes rove the room, seeking whatever woke you. The house is silent, except for the fevered thump of your heart. Nothing appears out of place; the closet is closed, and your bedroom door stands slightly ajar allowing in the comforting glow of yellow light.
By S.N. Evans4 years ago in Horror
Flight of The Blue Jay Part Eleven: The End or New Beginning
Today was the grand mission to end it all, the Red Devil asked for me personally. My father and everyone else protested my leaving to fight him, so I escaped in the middle of the night. As monstrous as he was, he always kept his word. Sneaking into one of the company vehicles, the engine roared to life. No one followed me, a bag of weapons jostling about in the back. Hours passed, the tracking bug long since been taken off. The crickets chirped, the stars twinkling above me. The Red Devil stood by the lake, his red suit fluttering in the wind. The white silk rockabilly dress he sent me felt out of place, his salt and pepper hanging in front of his eyes uncharacteristically. His dark eyes watched me walk inches from him, an evil grin spreading cheek to cheek.
By Brittany Mitchell4 years ago in Horror
lux
To whom it may concern, This is my first publication on my findings of lux, and the like. I translated this book to the best of my knowledge from an ancient language. It was a mixture of greek, Latin, Sumerian, and something that wasn't created here. I had found an original copy of lux from some cobbler with an antique shop. He didn't even know what he had, practically gave it away. It was one of those places you find stuff of the metaphysical variety. A witch's thrift store, if you will. There was a previous translation of this book but it was inaccurate. I wanted it done right. There is a lot of power and knowledge in this book, if it's used correctly. There are ways to reprogram yourself, destroy what is broken within. I need this power. This is one of the first recordings of alchemy of the soul that has ever been documented, and it was done on a universal scale. There were at least two other books written about lux specifically that tell the whole story of its power and its discovery. In my studies and research, I was able to find out a lot of secrets "they" have been hiding. This book recalls only one of the times those beings have been here, if they ever truly left. There are other books on the same subject matter that speak of actual "witchcraft" and summoning demons, performing voodoo, aliens, creationism, evolution, transcendence. That sort of stuff. I am going to start publishing my findings in hopes others will share what they have found.I know you're out there. There are stories scattered, hidden out there that hold so much power. They all revolve around this lux, a parasite, and some orb. These are the pathways to controlling what many would call a soul. I was emailed this link a few days before I published this book, https://www.luxvolgo.com. I haven't seen much action on there though, but there's something...different about it. Probably nothing more than a dead end. Best to keep an eye on it though, just in case. I know there's video evidence of it out there, but I've had no luck finding it. If you have any information for me about this kind of subject matter, contact me immediately. I will pay handsomely for whatever you can offer me.
By corpsehouse publishing4 years ago in Horror
Drowning
Every night was the same. Every night I dreamt of the cabin in the woods. Every night I dreamt of drowning. The cabin was made of soggy wood, rotting from rain and neglect. Termites gnawed at the remaining supports that held up a crooked roof. All around, trees rustled, singing a song of dread and impending doom. A low fog hung between them like a deserted hammock.
By Karissa E.L. Cuff4 years ago in Horror
The Leppingwell Girl
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The slow hum and clatter of a thousand wagons traipsing through the unforgiving heat and raw cold had come to an end, the only sound across the Ocrass Valley the low cry of the wind and the lost call of the gulls. Just an empty forest filled with the fast-mourned dead, shallow graves of hungry, sunken faces forgotten by those who survived to tell the tale on the other side of the Blestemat Crevasse. And that cabin, that decaying old cabin sweet with the scent of rotting wood and the burnt taste of tobacco long since smoked. And that candle. I should tell you about that cabin, I suppose.
By Madelaine Lucy Hanson4 years ago in Horror
The Ballad of Mitchel Figgs
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. An old moonshiners shack, some said, that was rumored to be haunted by the spirit of the spirits maker, Old Man Oscar. It was guarded by his ghost, who never let anyone inside the cabin, lest they learn the secret to his age old shine technique.
By Tristan Palmer4 years ago in Horror
TWITCH
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window.” The flame was so small, I shook it off as a firefly, or a reminisce of headlights in my eyes. Then I remembered it was winter, and I was far from the road as I hiked in snow boots and heavy, goose down clothing.
By Briza Booker4 years ago in Horror
Terror in the Woods
The Terror in the Woods The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Everyone ignored it. After all, times were tough. Transients came and went, and no one would begrudge a person staying the night in the place, no matter how decrepit it was.
By Rene Waters4 years ago in Horror
