psychological

Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.

If All The Dead Men Told Tales
Hey Mom, I wondered what they would tell you. If they ever found out. If they discovered my secrets. I guess it wouldn’t matter if you read this letter first. Living a life of wickedness, I guess that’s all I really have done, I only wanted to make you proud but I guess that never quite worked out how I wanted. All in all, there were 7 total, I am proud to say. Although I think they’ll only get me for 4. Probably life, maybe worse depending on how everything else goes. I thought I did a good job of cleaning up but I guess the jury will be the judge of that. So, in case they try to tell you something different, here are my stories and my confession.
By J.W. Bost4 years ago in Horror
Dnif flesruoy
“Are you any kin” “Yes it’s my little brother.” The brunette nurse scanned Brodie over. She had green eyes and tan skin that glistened across her body. Full lips that seemed to say something sensual to Brodie everytime she spoke.
By Brodrick Sheffield4 years ago in Horror
Dear Mom.
Dear Mom, It's been a while since we spoke. I write to you now because it's mother's day, and I feel as though I am required to at least dedicate something as small as this for you. You see, I know these past years have been extremely rough. I know that since Dad died, you're in this reclusive state and it lead to our halt of communication. You've been clouded in grief for these last what, three years? I get that. I have been too. I've been swallowed in my own grief so much so that I don't know how I'm treading in these waters. I can only feel guilt in this hollow heart of mine. I can feel it enlacing my very soul, withering its way through my heart and crushing my very essence. I feel like I'm going mad. I can't see the end of it. You didn't see the end of it either didn't you? Tell me, how did you move on? I'm so desperate for relief, mom. What do I do? How can I stop this grief? Where have you been when I needed you?
By Killian M4 years ago in Horror
The Weird Tapes
I found a weird tape in my mailbox today. I had stopped to check the mail on my way home after work, like I do every day. There was the usual assortment of 'pre-approved' credit card offers, unpaid medical bills, and one of those sign-up card things from this stupid magazine my mother used to get once a month. They're still sending the damn promotional materials marked, "Current Resident." Bloodsuckers.
By Luther Kross4 years ago in Horror
A Web of Thoughts
He lay upon a comfy futon in his lavished apartment though his mind was troubled by many thoughts. His eyes were glued to the ceiling, motionless. It was a backdrop for his memories that played on repeat to the sound of his flowing tears.
By Equilla Beasley4 years ago in Horror
Engraved
This is a true tale told by the prospective of my child-like thoughts . My Step-mother was not a nice women. She got away with a lot of things that she shouldn't have. I tried to keep details down and write it in a poetry like form. Please give me your true and honest feedback; this is my first piece in years.
By S Henderson4 years ago in Horror
Flight of the Blue Jay Part Eight: A Benedict Arnold
Officer Declan sat at a metal table, his hands and legs chained to the ground. His gray hair was wild around his face, dark circles under his eyes. No one had permission to speak to him, but I didn’t care. Adjusting my suit jacket, a sharp glare met my eyes.
By Brittany Mitchell4 years ago in Horror
By the Light of a Different Lantern
"Lydia, no!" Cam screeched as she shoved him away from her with all her might. Cam felt the ground leave his feet. He was weightless for a split second before gravity took over again and brought him crashing down the staircase to land in a crumpled heap at the bottom.
By Luther Kross4 years ago in Horror
The Day Maw Died
I'll never forget the day my maw died. She held on longer'n any of us expected she woulda, but eventually, death comes for us all. He don't care how, or where, or when. When it's time to go, welp, it's time to go.
By Luther Kross4 years ago in Horror
DINF FLESRUOY
“Look Officer I understand it sounds made up, but I told you everything I know.” “I’ll tell you what it sounds like.” The officer stood up toward Brodie moving in close as he continued. “It sounds like you made up a story to cover up you snapping. It sounds like you know more than your telling us.”
By Brodrick Sheffield4 years ago in Horror
Flight of the Blue Jay Part Seven: Betrayal of a Brother
The door slid open, cold eyes staring in our direction. Chills ran up my spine, these were cold blooded assassins. Their eyes fell to my leg, and its cast. Shamefully looking away, the old guy at the head of the table cleared his throat. Confusion twisted my features, a sick smile dancing across his wrinkled face. His perfectly fingers pounded against the black marble table, his long gray slicked back into a ponytail. A solid black eye patch sat on his right eye, his other cloudy eye bore into mine. A lump formed in my throat, the black leather growing sticky with the cold sweat dripping down my brow.
By Brittany Mitchell4 years ago in Horror
DNIF FLESROUY
“They’re not your friends man.” Brodie spoke firmly to the young man. “What’s it to you man?” The young man shot back. “These are my boys, I would ride or die for them.”
By Brodrick Sheffield4 years ago in Horror