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 Serial Killers Club
By Monica Hess and Steve Miller While you’re wandering through the grocery store, deciding what to have for dinner, choosing your favorite flavor of ice cream for dessert, are you even aware of who is nearby, watching? You’re picking out the perfect ribeye steak and mocha almond, and I’m dissecting your look, your smell, your…ability to fit the profile I am seeking. I’m good at not being memorable – until I want to be. I could be the non-descript guy you won’t remember, who passed by you as your attention was elsewhere. Not even later, when my face is on the news, would you realize how close you came to my particular brand of evil. You were lucky that day. You weren’t what I was hunting. But someone else wasn’t so lucky. I found her on the cereal aisle, brown hair tied up in a ponytail, her bracelets jingling as she tried to grab the box on the top shelf. Of course I was right there, offering to help. I could tell she was a bit hesitant, but that cereal had to go into her cart, so I stepped out of the shadows and smiled.
By Monica Hess4 years ago in Horror
GOD MONEY
Stopping by a clothing shop window on one of the streets downtown, Rick started eyeing the mannequins placed behind the glass, one after another–thin female figures with their hands frozen in graceful gestures. And here's that coat: long, brown, with three large round buttons and a wide belt. How much is it? A thousand bucks, no less. Rick's last girlfriend used to glance at this coat with admiration every so often, until he decided that they shouldn't walk on this street anymore.
By Alex A. Gray4 years ago in Horror
Flight of the Blue Jay: Hunting for the Killer
A few years have passed, black pants, and blue blouse hugging my hourglass figure. My hair was pulled into a severe bun, my lips painted. The morning sun illuminated my degrees, mainly in forensic psychology. My real life experience made me want to stop another person from doing that again. My office looked bare, white walls and a beat desk in front of me. A knock woke me up out of my trance, a handsome detective walking in. His dark hair was slicked back, gray stubble dotted his chin. His blue suit clung to his body, a yellow file in his hands.
By Brittany Mitchell4 years ago in Horror
Seeing Is Believing
The elderly physician had been loved by many, and there was great mourning when he died. Some said he was a miracle worker, an angel from above sent to rid the world of birth defects and childhood maladies. His glory would live on for long after he was gone - or so it was said.
By Angela Denise Fortner Roberts4 years ago in Horror
Peace Be With You
The sun accosted a desert plain. It’s only defining feature the spiders web of cracks that split the reddish brown dirt. It was silent, not even the barest wind swept through the eternal oven. Waves of heat rising off the scorched earth comprised the only movement amid the desolation. Though if you were to gaze deep into the endless plain of writhing silent heat you may catch a glimpse of a dark figure, the mirage of a weather beaten man walking across the desert.
By Shane Neufeld4 years ago in Horror
XXI
XXI Humans, just look at them, each involved in their own little world; oblivious to everything around them, including me. I was human once, but I’ve strengthened into something more, greater, superior to what I once was. Now I look at these creatures as a wolf looks at a rabbit, or a cheetah at a gazelle. They are nothing more than prey. My quarry has unwittingly wandered within the boundaries of my hunting grounds at the end of Canal Street. The elevated railway line casts a perpetual shadow onto the pedestrian walkway below, obscuring sunlight during the day and blocking the glow from the city’s lights at night; it’s a predator’s paradise. Now I must choose my evening’s entertainment.
By Mark Gagnon4 years ago in Horror
Flight of the Blue Jay
Did I do it? That is the strange question running through my mind. Rain drizzled on the stained glass window in front of me. My fingers traced the outline of the blue jay, wishing I could be free from the uncertainty. The stairs behind me creaked, making me jump out of my skin.
By Brittany Mitchell4 years ago in Horror
Cranial Abyss
A whimper near my right ear awakens me. I tried shifting my head in its direction but couldn't. The other limbs didn't move either. I was pinned down. I swiftly ran a look across the room. There was no one around, but I still couldn't shake the feeling like someone was watching over me. Once again, I hear it, and at the same time, a spark flutters near my right foot.
By PALAK KANWAR 4 years ago in Horror
