psychological

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

Childhood Bedroom
Memories. Most people have experienced some things that seem relatively normal, but after a few years of revisiting that moment, they seem unusually odd.
By Anna4 years ago in Horror
The Cry
It was in the shudder of their wings. The hidden omens of their presence could be found in the black gaps of the night; small openings of birch between the snow-lined white pine branches where the birds stooped in search of their next meal, curious eyes as deep and wide as the barrels of his shotgun. This small opening was all he needed. As natural as the violent panicked flutter of the barn owl’s wings before it took flight, he held his arms up steady, movement minimal, almost mechanical. His fire was efficient, and it took no less than a single bullet to rid the now-flightless creature of life.
By S. James4 years ago in Horror
The 4 hour plan
Was this all life had to offer? Was I even really guilty? I had nothing to be afraid of, I was the star of this town. Not a single soul would ever find out, to them I was perfect, the perfect son of the perfect father. I wrapped my mind of who I had become, proud. As I walked up the stage the candles burned bright, they left the lingering smell of paraffin wax stuck in the air with nowhere to go. The floorboards creaked at every step I took towards the centre. I adjusted the mic, a loud transmission exploded through the speakers and I caught the attention of the teary eyes weighing me down at their sight. “Hello everyone, my name is Sid Srinivas, son of Vikram Srinivas”, I readjusted my tone “thank you for coming, my father would have appreciated knowing how much he meant to all of you”. The crocodile tears were unreal, no one really cared if he lived or died, I did them a favour. My father was a monster, he deserved this. I could hear myself saying this made up story how he was a true hero, every bone in my body screamed “lie, lie, lie”, what I wished I had said was “ he was a pathetic mad man who made everyone around him feel small. I smiled and told a room full of strangers he was the best dad anyone could ask for, he gave us everything. This was not the time or the place to expose my true feelings. I had already done what I needed to. The floorboards creaked heavier and closer to me, I felt the cold hands of Father Samuel against my very own fingers pressing them to tell me I had done great, he makes money off this service he doesn’t care. I walked off the stage and waited for the rest of this ceremony to be over. The only explanation was the money they were after, could anyone actually like this man? I waited for everyone to leave the building it was tiresome waiting on people to tell me their condolences, just to say “yes I’m fine, thank you” as if any of that could bring someone back to life. It was finally empty and I couldn’t wait to go home, Gunner was a little troubled these days so he needed me.
By Ruthmalini Somasundaram4 years ago in Horror
All the Things in the Dark
FADE IN: INT. MOTEL BEDROOM 1- DAY Through a fish-eyed peep hole, a car pulls into a weedy parking spot. A young woman, EDEN (21), gets out holding a duffle and looks around, unsure of where to go. She walks away.
By Elle Rinaldi4 years ago in Horror
Witch in Town
There were rumors of a witch in town. Last time I went to Jackson's Supply with Mama and my sister Bethany, all the ladies spoke in whispers behind their bonnets with cupped hands about vanishing eyes peering through windows at night, the unnerving feeling of being watched, and of course, Hannah Tavin.
By Susannah Lohr4 years ago in Horror
Bump In The Night
Bump In The Night “There it goes again!” my little brother whispered sharply, his voice piercing through our country house. I levelled my head & pricked up my ears to detect the sound my brother was haunted by, but there was no sound to be heard, only this hollowness in the trees & a lifeless breeze.
By Daina Goumie 4 years ago in Horror
Pecking Order. Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge.
He let the moist soil slip between his fingers onto the ground. As good as it could be. In a sea of corn Harlan Walker methodically spread fertilizer over a barren spot in the hopes that his field would grow to cover it. Above him crows cawed annoyingly, vying for airspace with a larger buzzard gliding nearby. "Aint nuthin’ to see here." He said with his neck tilted to the sky.
By Jordan Flynn4 years ago in Horror
We were here
I always took this road home, it wasn't the quickest way but the silence of the night and the quiet was my serenity. Tonight the stars are out brighter than any other night, that familiar feeling of nostalgia set in, the sweet memories of me and Lorain stargazing, we always did that she was an astrology nut but damn that was just one of the things I loved about her.
By Bex Napier4 years ago in Horror
Murder and Mayhem
By Monica Hess and Steve Miller I wonder how many I can trick into coming with me. I can charm them anytime I please. Do they know the deadly games I have devised for them? I can only hope not.
By Monica Hess4 years ago in Horror
Davenmoor Manor
Davenmoor Manor stood tall atop its darkened hill. The wrought-iron gate creaked from phenomenon unknown while shadows danced along corroded walls and empty window frames. The manor had once been an object of everyone’s envy with its marbled columns and ivied walls; now, it stood desolate in the dark. I had come to find out the true reason it was deserted, and to see if all the rumors whispered through dimly lit aisles of occult bookstores were true. Armed with a camera, extra film, my journal, and my pen, I walked through the overgrown and dying ground. Trees laid bare and fallen while what little of the once lush garden remained was now a tangle of dead weeds and decaying flowers and bushes. The rotting door was stuck due to something I couldn’t place, and my shoulder almost broke trying to get it open.
By Lily K.4 years ago in Horror
Grey Door
The weather was extra horrible today, the rain fell hard against my mums suns flowers as it bent slightly to the left as the droplets would beat its petals. " Can you get the fire wood from the basement please love"?
By Nastassja Salt4 years ago in Horror
Paranoia
When a person dies, where do they go? Does everything go black and that’s the end of it ...Or is it something more than what we as people can comprehend? Like reliving our lives over and over again until we learn our lesson… Or something of that nature. For the longest time I was one of those people who thought ghosts were just a hoax or a prank to get people scared during Halloween (the WORST time of the year!) but… The moment I turned 16 this “Oh I don't get scared” persona I put up changed and I… became a whole new person, something I never thought would be possible.
By Em Blackrose n Ambisious4 years ago in Horror