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 Neighbors
I sat there taking in the sounds and smells around me. Most of them were familiar to me while some were unpleasant and certainly unwelcomed. It was freezing out and the hoodie and beanie I choose for my morning escape were not doing the job. But despite the smells and the chill of the morning, I was in heaven. Do you hear that? Silence. Absolute silence.
By Crystal Lay4 years ago in Horror
Confessions From The Recession
Despite the early evening November hour, the sky was pitch black. Unlike the summer months when daylight made walking home from work a pleasurable soothing experience filled with life this darken experience seemed to acknowledge the fact the date was between death and frost biting coldness. Peering up the cement staircase decorated in artistic graffiti Chapman found a garbage pail to throw away a crumpled up pink slip given to him by bosses before leaving the CBC television stage.
By Marc OBrien4 years ago in Horror
Mouth
Mikey walked slowly down the hall of the old church he was in, the dust swirling around in the fading light like a small sandstorm. He paused at a window, watching as the lady he met on the way in backed out of her spot in the parking lot. He observed her as she pulled away, no doubt eager to get home after a late night at work.
By Blake Anglin4 years ago in Horror
Tragedy of Love
It was at times a simple perplexing pattern, one which I would find myself repeating endlessly as I traversed my small decaying home. As I came home to rest after a long day of embroiled ambitions and sought nothing but the reprieve of sleep I would notice a faint glimmer of light coming across the floor to my left. It was peculiar, an anomaly for I knew that there was no door, nor window there for it to possibly be originating from and yet each day I stopped and examined it in minute detail. From the rotten mold spreading slowly across the walls up towards the blank wall dotted with nothing more than aged stains. Then the strangest occurrence would happen just as I was preparing to move away and push past the pulsing in my head and lie down to rest. I would blink my weary eyes and then before me a new corridor would appear. This corridor was pristine and free from all the malformations the rest of my house possesses. Yet there was an eerie contrast in the fact that it was dark like an abyss except for that same streak of light coming out from the gap at the bottom of that door. Every day without fail I would slowly approach with the lightest of footsteps, feeling the hairs on the back of my neck rise and my arms rapidly breakout into goosebumps. Upon reaching that malefic door I would tentatively reach out to grasp the doorknob and twist to find the same conclusion. It was locked and no matter how I fumbled about it that fate would not change. Soon I would lose hope and once again turn back to normalcy and ready myself once more to rest, but as I walk away a low groan is soon followed by tearful bellows low in noise, but seizing of the heart is the true sorrow it contains. Yet as soon as it appeared I had stepped back into my warped hallway and it had disappeared. On one fateful day after weeks of this repeated cycle when that door appeared there was something different about it for this time it had been left slightly ajar. My heart fluttered with uncertainty for the bizarre occurrence taking place now after weeks of drudgery in my daily life awaiting a chance at this door for any possible change. As I approached I soon noticed that the light was changing, morphing as though there was movement in the room which was altering the way in which that glow was being projected. I could only consider that it was the person to whom that voice belonged, someone in such deep distress that it captivated me in the pursuit of meeting them. However now that I stand in front of the door I pause unmoving, frozen on that landing lacking the courage to reach out and enter, but also too stubborn in my persistence to simply back away and return to the mundane boredom of everyday life. It is in the middle of this discordance that I hear a voice quietly beckon and ask me to enter. As I comprehend the utterance I just heard I begin to now nervously stumble into the room and am met now with a contrast to the darkness of that hallway and now need to wipe my eyes from a small yet blinding lamp. When I do I am greeted by a vision of a gloomy disheveled room which has a mess which only the owner could call organized. The room smells of a subtle fragrance which plays on the nose curiously not being sweet while equally not being wretched. I am stirred from these idle trivialities upon taking full notice of a figure lying down on a bed, one who I can only assume is the origin of the recurring weeping that I had been pursuing. I approach the figure and soon notice that it is a girl similar to me in age, and yet owning a primordial attribute to her being that only seeks to captivate me further. I struggle to register any possible words that I could say which could encapsulate the thoughts and feelings which stir chaotically in my head. Putting a pause to all my thoughts she slowly reaches a hand up to my lips so as if to shush me so as to study me much the same as I do currently to her. Suddenly she gets up to meet my eyes and it is then I notice a wetness around her eyes, but her gaze itself seems almost content. She is the first to break the silence with a voice that sounds somber. She asks if I would join her and reside in this room and make it possible for it to reach out and encapsulate my entire home with her by my side. I struggled to understand the full severity of what she was requesting, yet I could hear the plea in her voice and feel the discontent she held for being trapped in this small room removed from the rest of the world. The only reply I thought was correct was for me to say yes, for my worth was next to nothing to the rest of the world, so for even one person to value me and what I could offer was of such significance I could not simply ignore it. Hearing my reply of affirmation she then proceeded to give me the most forlorn smile and wrap her arms around me in a coveted embrace. I then heard her whisper quietly into my ear "For us to be together you must become the same type of being as I." she then wrapped her hands around my throat and took the final thing world had left me and thus the final thing I heard that day were the words ”Rise the next day and together we shall remain for eternity, fail and once again alone I shall stay." So she killed me with the kindest of eyes and banished me from any conventional death and and gave me hope for a life we both knew was unlikely to come. In my passing I heard her scream and rage against the very world which had left her cursed this way.
By David Morris4 years ago in Horror
Splash?
(Birds chirping and waves crashing swelling in the air) "What a perfect time in the middle of July to be at a water park." Danielle says. The Fredricks were at the county water park today to enjoy their days off from work. They made an exceptional choice on a day like today's being the heat topped out at 105 degrees. You are thinking boy is that hot but honestly, it is not when you live in Texas. Thats right if you were wondering the Fredricks are a family of 4 who live in El paso, Texas. The Fredricks are a military family. The mom and dad, who are named Lisa and Dan, have served in the military for a combined total of 60 years and their two children have dreams of serving as well. They have one boy and one daughter. The son's name is Mike, and the daughter's name is Danielle, they're 17 yrs. old identical twins. Both plans to finish high school and attend west point for further education. Now that you have their whole background info you weirdo we can go back to the waterpark. The day is July 5th, 1997, the Fredricks are enjoying a lazy day at Breakwater Beach. The energy is up everybody is having a blast no one can imagine being anywhere else but this cool oasis in this kind of weather. The parents and the children split up as the kids always feel like their parents slow them down. Mike and Danielle hit the biggest slide first. It is a waterslide named "Deep Dive" that tower over every attraction at monstrous heights shattering world records for having the biggest drop for a water slide in America. Both Mike and Danielle agree that Danielle will go first, and mike will go second. Danielle gets into the pool that connects to the slide. Her last words to Mike were, "See you at the bottom." She crosses her arms, lays down and slides down. Mike looks over the railing and sees the amount of time her body shifted and a feeling of being afraid comes over him making the waterslide look dangerous. As he shook as Mike looked, he still decided to take a seat in the pool and get ready to slide down. Mike crosses his arm and puts his back down and launches into the ninety degrees drop. Halfway down the slide Mike started to bounce and got ejected off the slide and fell into a nearby lazy river that was only 5 feet deep. Everybody was shocked by what they just had seen. Danielle was screaming at the top of her lungs because she witnessed her brother die falling off the slide. She ran to the pool to see where Mike landed, and it turns out he landed on a bunch of oversized rafts that were jammed up in the lazy river. Mike was lying there with shock on his face realizing how lucky he had just got. Paramedics arrived and they took Mike to the hospital to check on his vitals to make sure he had no internal bleeding. Turns out Mike was ok, but his parents still sued the shit out of the waterpark.
By Nicholas Imperiale4 years ago in Horror
Wedding March of Fright
A murder of crows gathered outside my window, loudly cawing. The still night air nipped at my pale skin, the emerald silk of my dress feeling soft against my skin. An icy breeze blew up the a-line skirt of my dress, the sweetheart neckline hugging my ample chest. Yellow moonlight bathed the sparkling snow, stars twinkling in the inky black sky. A pinch alerted me, a long needle sliding into my skin. Echoes of my slowing breath rang in my ears, my feet losing their sturdy footing. White floral walls spun around me, the dark hardwood floor feeling slippery underneath my worn black boots. Darkness swallowed me alive, eating my fear.
By Brittany Mitchell4 years ago in Horror
Teardrops
Part One The summer night breeze blows across your skin, wisping through your clothes, and bringing with it the scents and sounds of the sea. The breeze is warm and soothing when it arrives, then cool and longing when it departs, like the fading touch of a lover. Grains of sand shift beneath your bare feet as you walk the beach, but your dry skin prevents them from clinging to you.
By Hosea Jones4 years ago in Horror
Teardrops
Part One The summer night breeze blows across your skin, wisping through your clothes, and bringing with it the scents and sounds of the sea. The breeze is warm and soothing when it arrives, then cool and longing when it departs, like the fading touch of a lover. Grains of sand shift beneath your bare feet as you walk the beach, but your dry skin prevents them from clinging to you.
By Hosea Jones4 years ago in Horror
Call Box
The writer waits for one of the two elevators to arrive. Floor four, floor five, floor six, it rises to greet her. Impatiently the writer gazes out the window at the parking lot below, with its cars nestled neatly side-by-side, their black windows blinking in the sun. Outside sprawls the gray cement city, several dog-owners are taking their daily stroll along the bike path. Overzealous bikers zip past the lowly bipedal pedestrians. Internally, the writer wonders how many lifetimes could be fitted into this singular, sprawling, finite moment.
By Ann Herrold4 years ago in Horror
Devil in the Dark
I moved out of my mom’s house and into my new apartment today. My mother asked me why I’d chosen to go back to having roommates at 34 years old. She could barely contain the judgment in her voice. She obviously thinks I’m a loser for sharing a living room and kitchenette with two other women. I told her again about all the benefits of my new living arrangement. This will allow me to save money and finally pay off that student loan debt that’s still hanging around my neck like an albatross. It means I won’t have to worry about upkeep in the yard like I did after Derek and I divorced. And Samara and Jane are really cool so it’s like having a slumber party with your friends every night. But still, all my mom sees is that her daughter is frozen in some perpetual adolescence. She thinks I won’t ever find another husband this way. “Time is ticking,” as she always says.
By Lauren Hayes4 years ago in Horror
Insomnia
My eyes fluttered open. I stared into the hazy interdimensional portal between sleep and consciousness debating if I should fade back into a deep slumber or pull myself into the living world. Something must have woken me up. I forced my heavy eyelids completely open, but the bedroom had transformed into an obsidian cave.
By Ash Nightengale 4 years ago in Horror
