psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
Anesthetic Dreams
First Awake I recall the moment of regained consciousness. What I can not recall is the moment of understanding as to the why of it. Then I recall darkness. Black darker than any black imagined or produced by man. Stars, shooting stars all around. Magnificent colors, so vivid the color dripped from them like Fourth of July sparklers. The laughter came next, then the people. Some I knew, many I did not but, they knew me and it seemed comfortable.
By Gypsie (Ami) Offenbacher-Ferris4 years ago in Horror
The Backyard p.2
Startled by my own breath, I had awakened in an unfamiliar room. I wondered where my mom and brothers were. Rising to my feet I moved closer to the door, placing my ear to it. I began to hear footsteps approach. A woman opens it. I immediately yell, “Where is my family?” She said nothing moving closer to me, she grabs me by the arm as I prepare to fight her. “Timothy” she yells, a big, tall man enters the room. “Since you want to fight, fight him”, says the woman as she moves toward the hall. “Don’t you touch me Majin Buu” I screamed at him. He proceeds to grab me. “I can walk, and I don’t need any help”, as I snatch away moving towards the hall. She leads me down a long hallway. I noticed that there weren’t any windows in my room or in this hallway. There were a lot of room doors though. I began to hear lots of voices as we got closer to doors at the end of the hall which led into some sort of dungeon cafeteria. Everyone had on the same uniforms with different colors. I expected the less people with different colors are higher ranked. The woman turns around looks at me and pulls out 2 zip ties and motions me to lift my hands.
By Melanie D1V1NiTY Montgomery4 years ago in Horror
By the Stroke of Twelve
Tolover Perez was alone. Nothing but his thoughts, his fear and the eerie echoes of the darkened prison to kept him company. He sat stiffly on the edge of his cot, hands on his knees, and stared at the peeling pea green wall in front of him. He didn’t want to move, didn’t even want to blink. He controlled each breathe with the determination of an asthma sufferer.
By Laura Ball4 years ago in Horror
So Many Doors
The Sad Tale of Evelyn Crumpett PROLOGUE: STEP THROUGH THE DOOR We go through life not really knowing what’s on the other side of it. We keep doing the same old thing like ants in a line. We see each other passing by, but all we do is meet eyes and move on. Why? Are we really that disconnected from each other that we’ve forgotten how to make real connections?
By Jay Piddleytoe4 years ago in Horror
The Witch of November
Water, black as the sky above, churns against the howling wind. It moves, swirls, crests, and crashes, heaving itself into the freezing night before falling again to the blackness below. Amid the snaking currents, waves of terrific height rise from the bottomless depths of this cold and infinite sea. Black rocks, jagged from eons of battering wind and water, protrude from the water’s surface like the teeth of vicious animals.
By Hans Pohai Müller4 years ago in Horror
