psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
What Lurks In Shadows
What, exactly, is it that scares us in the night? What is it that so totally envelops a person in shadowy darkness, reaching through the darkest corners of the mind, and pulls out monstrosities so real, so incredibly detailed and hideous? Is it our imagination, or is it perhaps a shred of a memory, long forgotten in the recesses of the human brain? Do we all have a basic distrust of the darkness? What is it that is hiding, right at this very moment, even mere feet away from you, as you squeeze your eyes shut, pulling the covers tighter to your chin, and tucking your feet carefully underneath the blanket, so as not to be exposed to some terribly clawed, foul demon? What could possibly be lurking outside, behind the old rusty shed, in the blanketed darkness that can't be illuminated by the low watt lightbulb on your porch, while you quickly and silently huff down a good old cigarette, the last before a fit of troubled dreams? Its eyes a sickly yellow, maybe, or perhaps its teeth sharp as a razor, one eye dark and bloodshot, the other missing, as with the rest of the skin on its face, claws rapping softly against the shed as a tree branch would do, lulling you into a false sense of security right before making its killer debut?
By Tatyana Tieken4 years ago in Horror
Death By Chocolate
Cole lurches awake in his kitchen with a skull-pounding headache. Gone was the peaceful dream of his mother pulling out a chocolate birthday cake from the oven. It feels like a thousand needles are jamming his eyes as he peels them open, still smelling chocolate cake. As his eyes adjusted to the bright lights, the outline of a petite girl standing by the oven emerged.
By Britt Blomster 4 years ago in Horror
Pine Tree Camp Part Three: A Family Affair
Red silky ribbons cut into my sore wrists, Todd was snoring next to me. Darkness covered us like a blanket, except for a single spotlight. A damn crook had found us in the middle of the night. My mind had a decent idea who it was. Todd jerked awake whacking his head on the metal pole behind us.
By Brittany Mitchell4 years ago in Horror
Not a Doll
“Damn it!” I shouted, rattling the steel cage around me. “Let me out damn it!” The cold metal handcuffs cut into my wrists, red marks forming on my pale skin. Only a black lacy bra and dusty underwear covered my hourglass figure. Snarls tangled my long purple wavy hair, my copper eyes stinging from the bright light of a single headlight. A red light blinked back at me, telling me that I was being watched. Terror widened my eyes as a deep gruff voice rang in my ears.
By Brittany Mitchell4 years ago in Horror
Accountability
The forum sat silent, waiting on baited breath for the results to be announced. Then over the loudspeaker the voice claimed 78 Yea, 22 Nay. In that moment deep throated cheers erupted. There were celebratory pats on the shoulders and backs of the colleagues. Hand over handshakes became normal. The countless hours of personal deals, negotiations, threats, blackmail and promises was about to financially pay off for the statesmen. They have approved another war under the pretense of peace. The utter word of peace could give them the power to achieve whatever they desired.
By Elena Vella4 years ago in Horror
The Word in “Hereditary”. Top Story - November 2021.
The world is made of language. The word is primary, more primary than the speed of light, more primary than any of the physical constants that are assumed by science to be the bedrock of reality. — Terence McKenna, Shamans Among The Machines
By MoviesPlusBooks4 years ago in Horror
Death in the Cold
**************************TRIGGER WARNING*********************** I realize some of the subject matter regarding harm to a child and mental health in this story may be distressing to some readers. However, elements of this story are autobiographical, and writing this was therapeutic.
By Atomic Historian4 years ago in Horror
Ten steps
Ten steps, he was ten steps behind me. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9, 10, each step ringing eerily through my empty house. Horror widened my eyes, noting that he took all of my knives. Shit, I thought to myself. My heart was pounding as hard as the migraine that sent me to bed earlier that evening. A shadow of a man darted across my view, hiding in the darkest corner of the house. Almost as if he was waiting for me to come out, and make it easier for him to kill me. Not long from now Keith Morrison would be describing my crime, and sharing the same two pictures. My parents would mumble some generic crap about how I was a good person who would be missed. The irony is that they hadn’t spoken to me for years, letting the crocodile tears fall as if they knew me.
By Brittany Mitchell4 years ago in Horror
In Darkness
"It was supposed to be a simple expedition..." These were the words uttered by Jonathan, our leader and head archaeologist at the Apex University. The remainder of his group sat silently around the flame of a makeshift torch, their last ember of hope. Only the four of them remained, everyone else having been swallowed by the darkness around them, the screams still echoing through the dark tunnels.
By Payton Adams4 years ago in Horror
