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 Last Jam of Fat Foggy Waters & The Streetcar Band
It was a huge club, well over one hundred foot square. The air was humid, real heavy delta air. Cigarette smoke greyed and dulled the crimson lights. There was tremendous noise and chatter, booming voices calling out to old friends and locals across the room. The walls were wooden and disrepaired, like an old dying plantation house, slowly eaten away by the lethargy of the tropics. Perspiration was slick on everyone’s faces, the crowd rippled with white handkerchiefs mopping up brow sweat. I raised myself on the edge of the bar, peering over the throng to try and locate him. I could see the band setting up on stage, clarinet, guitar, drums, double-bass: Joe Miami, The Flannel, Triple Dixon, Cole Stanley. A few couples had got up to dance already and Joe Miami pulled a harmonica out of his pocket to oblige them with a few notes.
By Louis Allen4 years ago in Horror
Some Secrets Drown
Two gunshot sounds vibrated throughout the city. Fifteen minutes a later a body was found in the sacred lake Walena. As blood seeped its way to the floor of the clear blue water slowly turning it red, turmoil began to spread to anyone who laid eyes on the body. A funeral service wasn’t held for him, News of his death would cause an uproar too big too control. Instead a meeting was held between two of the most important figures in the Kingdom. A tall eerie man in a long hooded cloak steps forward.
By Austyn Dinkins 4 years ago in Horror
The Eyes
There were many summers, before the last, that were flush with happy moments. No one knows why the fateful summer of 68’ at Cedar Hill ended so badly. The world at that point was twisted in many ways. Martin Luther King was assassinated. As well as Bobby Kennedy. The food yield wasn't keeping up to the population boom and hunger was a growing concern. Permanent food stamps were placed after Nixon became president. It seemed as if the whole world was upside down. Cedar Hill was not an exemption from the haunting year of 1968.
By Megan Riches4 years ago in Horror
Blackout
Have you ever felt like you’ve fainted into reality? His tense voice whispering prayers to a god who surely could not hear him, or who perhaps refused to listen, was the first sound I heard upon regaining consciousness. I couldn’t make out, nor felt concern to listen to, what he mumbled behind me. He rowed the boat, creaking the oars in rhythm with the waves that lapped at its sides, in rhythm with my throbbing head. It was too dark to tell whether my head was moistened with sweat or blood–with that throbbing it could have been either. As I looked out in front of me at the darkened dunes of the ocean’s ebb and flow, a subtle breeze wafted the stench of dying sea life, and despite the moonless night, no stars could be seen other than those that hung in the darkness of the slumbering city from where we came.
By berick reims4 years ago in Horror
The Death of the Bird
It was an open casket funeral, and frankly the idea revolted her. The girl had drowned in a lake and it had taken them nearly forty-eight hours to fish her out. True, those two days had been from the middle of the very coldest month of the year, and everyone who was returning from their trip to the casket was saying things like “she could almost be asleep” and “she really was such a beautiful child.” But to Naomi the idea of actually going up to the front of the room and seeing the thing that had once been her cousin filled her with dread. As the cross-country train had carried her here, she could not shake the image from her mind: Madeline’s little body at the bottom of the lake, her hair drifting in the gloom, her blank eyes gazing upwards as those two days passed. Though, it had been so long since she’d visited that Naomi could not even picture her face.
By Tim Oslington4 years ago in Horror
Reconciliation
“Are you a good person?” The child’s voice is small but curious. Up until a few seconds before I was hugging my knees on this rocky beach, listening to the waves, alone in the dark but also relishing in the kind of loneliness that exists when you think everyone else is asleep. It’s easy to believe you are the only person awake at this moment in the entire universe.
By Cassidy Barker4 years ago in Horror
Blue Waters
It was a hot summer day. The air was dry, and the grass had that peculiar smell like it was about to set ablaze. The local children were splashing and playing in the lake nearby, as my grandmother was hanging out the washing with her hard, slender hands. She had greying, shoulder-length hair and wore a faded floral dress. She loved summer. It held memories of happier times, and was when her husband was away hunting. She looked out over the golden field and breathed a deep sigh of relief,
By Matt Malone4 years ago in Horror
