psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
CATS & DOGS
If you were fire, this is how you'd want to burn, a true democracy of flame, all with an abundance and none with more than the other. They tried to fight it, tried to find an entry point, but all were consumed, as if fire knew they'd be coming and was tormenting them. All they could do was watch. It was marvelously contained. It burned quick and tidy. Just the old house. It would be remembered as one of the most bizarre and terrifying fires in Kalispell's history. Five people dead. A child survived. A child and a half dozen cats that must have jumped from the fire. The child, a burnt-orange haired boy, seven-years old, his name now forgotten unless one cared enough to query the Internet, was found watching from the front walkway when the first neighbors arrived.
By John Ouellet4 years ago in Horror
Ghost of the Forest
The first time Ben visited the cemetery in the woods was by mistake. He wandered off the beaten paths and toiled his way through the brush until he stumbled upon a clearing. Gravestones crowded the landscape, crumbling sentinels guarding desolation. All the stones were so old that names and dates had been worn away, but some were still legible.
By C. Rommial Butler4 years ago in Horror
The Cabin Near the Lake
Since I was young, my family and I would take a yearly trip up into the deepest parts of the Catskills. My parents owned a Cabin about a half hour north of Cairo, NY. We would typically go towards the end of the year to serve as our reminder to relax and the sights alone justified our purpose for a November getaway. The cabin sat on the edge of a large lake front and was directly in view of a beautiful mountain range with snow covered tops. The water was always peaceful and still yet full of fish and made for a great excuse to spend some quality time with my father fishing.
By Michael L Neuhaus4 years ago in Horror
A Stitch in Time Saves Nine
“They say a stitch in time saves nine. Come around and we shall dine, show you how one stich saves nine. Will you be the one? Will you still be standing when we are done? Will you once again see the sun? So come around and we’ll have a great time, play a game of mime or even rhyme.”
By Chanelle Joy4 years ago in Horror
Entity
As I drifted off to sleep, I shifted my body to search comfort one last time. The darkness of the room swallowed my fading silhouette that was cast by the lonely moon. Slits of light illuminated pieces of the bed in which I lay. A sizzling noise arose suddenly. My body lied still, but my ears perked up. The sizzling noise grew more urgent as a different darkness shrouded my vision. A cold, bitter wind struck my face like an upexpected uppercut. My frightened eyes abruptly opened. Dark trees surrounded me like a large orchestra of intimidating vocalists. The sky was painted an ominous purple and black. Moving my sore feet around, pebbles scratched the bottom of them. Crickets emitted their night call. Where was I? My eyes surveyed the area. Placing my hands in front of me, I could hardly see them. Water slushed around somewhere nearby. I waded slowly across the rough ground, pain swelling at my feet. The bitter cold continuously blew wet kisses off of an unseen water. My breath seemed to push out a cloud of smoke like a smoker on his lunch break. A raspy, incoherent whisper claimed my ears. "Who's there?" My voice came out as a timid, flem-filled response. No answer. As I continued my blind movement, the trees whispered with ominous notions as if teaming up with the bitter wind to warn me of upcoming danger. Besides the current sounds, the silence was horrifying. Almost deafening. "Who's there?" My voice sounded a little more confident. A strong grip landed on my shoulder, pulling me backward. Losing balance, my back landed hard on the gravel. My breath was instantly knocked out. As I struggled to get back to my feet, the dark figure's goal was to keep me on the ground. I tried to glimpse his/her face as my perspective was from an upside down lens from my glasses. This mysterious entity was strong. Other worldly strong. The wind picked up as I continued to flail my arms helplessly. I managed to grab at what felt like a wrist. The figure ripped their hand away vehemently. My balance slipped and I slammed hard on my face, biting my upper lip. The unfamiliar taste of blood permeated throughout my mouth. The wind halted as if holding its breath. Dizzyness rode the escalator inside my head, ascending to a dangerous pinnacle. Nausea flooded my interior as the figure pulled back his fist and sent a viscious jab towards my face. Dizzyness showed two jabs as I tried to avoid one of them and got hit with the other. My heart felt like it was exploding and the after effects were catching up with the rest of my organs. I swung aimlessly, with a desperate response. It connected with what felt like the figure's jaw. The entity let out a deep yelp. I stood up with unsure balance and attempted my speed on sphagetti legs. I ran towards nowhere, gravel slowing me down like quicksand. The bitter wind pushed me back as if it wanted to see the fight resumed. Trees loomed menacingly on either side as I ran. My feet hit the water suddenly. The froth of the dark blue water lapped up to my thighs as I ran. Was the figure behind me? I tried to slip a anxious glance behind and tumbled face first into the water. The sting of inhaled water burned my nose as the figure yanked me up by my neck. I caught a glimpse of his face for the very first time. Him. His face was horribly disfigured. Scars etched every where on his face as if he practiced carving on himself for a hobby. His teeth were jagged like a shark, eyes piercing bright like mini flashlights. He glared into my soul as if trying to obliterate my genesis. His hands were fully wrapped around my neck, squeezing. A gutteral sound escaped my throat, a sound unrecognized. My feet dangled out of the dark blue water which slushed around at the figure's feet. The crescent moon was what divulged his face, emitting his true identity. As my breath continued to dissipitate, a thought entered my mind as I began to fade: the figure was never a human being in the first place. But how did I draw this conclusion? Thoughts swirled in my head as my eyes shrunk lower, vision decreasing. I thought about the bed in which I fell asleep in. Was this reality or nightmare? The wind howled as if concluding my thoughts. Blackness transitioned into nothingness as any leftover light was snuffed out.
By Eliman Jeng4 years ago in Horror
a quiet moment in Outer Space
A wide, pale yellow land stretched further than the naked eye could see. City sized rocky debris gently flowed in orbit, masking its overwhelming speed and force. The atmosphere could hardly be seen, but without a doubt made a soft, and almost warming, presence.
By Sergei Yanez4 years ago in Horror
The Last Breath
I know it was my time to go, but as always, I dreaded the idea. To step away from something that felt fulfilling in the moment. A sigh, as I pass the person I once loved. Til I acknowledged the fact that my next fixation would soon be born. The beauty in death, is rebirth.
By Valentine Casey4 years ago in Horror
The Summer I Turned 12. Second Place in Foggy Waters Challenge. Top Story - October 2021.
I don’t know why I keep coming back. The water had always terrified me. Oceans were out, rivers were a full stop, and even suspiciously large puddles when it rained were on my “do not enter” list. But lakes were the worst.
By Caitlin Mitchell4 years ago in Horror
The Fountain
One more step, just one more step. Repeating this over and over in his head kept him at his steady pace. Calm washed over him, flooding him with euphoria. Of course, it was never going to be only one more step. However it gave him the power to continue forward, hope he thought he’d never have. In the distance, like a page waving in the wind, stood a mouthwatering fountain. In his eyes it shifted, and glimmered like gold. Refreshing, cool water cycled through its system, falling from the top, and splashing at the bottom only to rise and fall yet again. This created an endless cycle of pure bliss for his shriveled throat. The fountain radiated under the intense heat, reflecting the rays even brighter off its surface. The scintillating fountain blinded him, but he dared not stop staring at it, fearing it would disappear into the desert abyss if he so much as blinked.
By Lily ferris4 years ago in Horror
The Carmine house part three
The house was even bigger than Derby had expected. He supposed that was stupid of him: it did cover the most of a small island. It was beautiful-but in a disturbing way. Something forbidding loomed over the house: a sort of icy undertone to the summery morning. But Elvira danced ahead like nothing could possibly be wrong. All three men felt rather guilty going in. No one had spoken about the Carmine house since that January day.
By And I am Nightmare4 years ago in Horror
