psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
Boxed In
In a charming suburban neighborhood in New Orleans, the Davis family members were packing up their final boxes and getting ready for the big cross-country move. Sam, a marketing representative, was recently hired as a marketing executive for a company that was based out of Boston, Massachusetts. Although Sam was hired almost three months ago, he and his wife Kate waited until summer break so that they wouldn’t uproot Georgia and Jinny from their lives in the middle of the school year. Georgia, the eldest of the two sisters, was friendly, but incredibly shy. Sam and Kate were worried that if they moved the girls cross-country in the middle of the school year, Georgia would probably have a tough time readjusting to the sudden change. After all, freshman year is notoriously known for being the toughest year and Sam and Kate feared that an unwelcomed change on their growing teen’s life would lead to depression and anxiety. Jinny, on the other hand, was still in elementary school and would probably not remember a single detail from the whole ordeal, but out of respect for Georgia, the couple chose to make a long-distance marriage work until school was over. As they were packing, Sam and Kate were reminiscing on all of the memories they had made together in that house. The couple has lived in New Orleans their entire lives, so packing their family’s four door sedan to its gills, locking their doors, and putting up the ‘sold’ sign on the hanging billboard at the edge of their property was a bittersweet moment for each of them respectively.
By Jennifer Vasallo 4 years ago in Horror
The Room-Walker
This story I will tell you can believe me or call me some nut-job that is your choice, but what I have been experiencing the past twelve years all comes from personal experience. It all begins back in 2009, I was 16, and my brother was 20, 21, and he and his boyfriend were living with my mother and me at the time. Our family supposidly has lots of history regarding the paranormal, hearing voices that we hear but others don't, seeing shadows around the corner only for them to disappear or catching something from the corner of our eyes, and then it vanishes, but this night was different.
By Arthur Caliga 5 years ago in Horror
Horror Encore
Ling carefully weaved his way around traffic on his bicycle, dodging cars, pedestrians and buses on the busy road in Hong Kong. Favouring his right leg as he got off his bike, he limped painfully up the stairs to his apartment on the third level. Once again, he had hurt himself; something that was almost becoming a daily occurrence. Unlocking the door, he put aside the groceries that he had purchased and took out some cotton swabs along with a package of bandages from his drawer. Dipping the swabs into rubbing alcohol, he winced as he cleaned the wound and gingerly dabbed it with a tissue before wrapping it up with a fabric bandage. Ever since Ling was a kid, he had been known as the injury-prone kid or the kid that always hurt himself. Over the course of a single lifetime, he had slipped off a slide on a playground, fallen multiple times from a bike, stapled his thumb, fainted at a bus stop, and tumbled down the stairs on more than one occasion. No matter how hard he tried to be careful, it seemed accidents and Ling could not leave each other alone, to the point where having an accident was becoming part of who Ling was. Finished bandaging up his leg, he began making dinner, being careful with the gas-powered stove. He had burned himself many-a-time when forgetting to use a towel to hold the hot pan handles. He also had to be extra diligent when chopping the vegetables so as not to cut his fingers with the razor-sharp knife again. All his life, Ling had been punished by his parents for accidents, whether that was breaking a plate, burning the vacuum cleaner or throwing up on the carpet. His proneness to accidents meant that he was constantly in trouble, and eventually he lost what confidence he had in his own abilities. No matter how hard he tried, he could never meet his parent’s expectations until finally, he gave up trying altogether. The disappointment of failing corroded his work ethic like rust weakening a steel sword, making it useless and in a way, purposeless. Moving away from his parent’s home did little to help boost his confidence, but at least he was free from the constant criticism and disappointed looks on their faces every time an accident occurred.
By Jesse Leung5 years ago in Horror
Death By Chocolate
‘Round and ‘round the mixer beaters twirled, creating a scrumptious, chocolatey batter that frothed as it became nice and gooey, enticing me to dip my finger in for a taste. It was my husband Stephano’s birthday, and I was making all his favorites to celebrate, including my famous Death by Chocolate cake. It had won blue ribbon prizes at every bake off I’d entered, and I only made it for competitions and special occasions.
By Diana Hyjek5 years ago in Horror
Voice of Reason
The multi-layer chocolate cake glistens under the transparent glass atop the elevated crystal pedestal; a pretentious, over-the-top display for such a modestly set supper of red wine and a pack of Virginia Slims: weak supporting characters of tonight’s performance atop the antique oak table overpowering the small dining room where this scene is set. The chocolate cake at the center, the obvious star of the show, front and center amidst an otherwise lacking dinner spread. It has been prepared with culinary precision, and intentionally placed as the centerpiece.
By Jenna Pinkston5 years ago in Horror
Boxed Away
“I need to get out of here! You can’t keep me here like this!” I shout till my voice cracks while I beat my fists against the coarse dank dark walls enclosing me. After another scream of desperation, I slam my fists hard once more against my prison and slowly slink down, letting my knuckles drag against the crevices as I fall into a heap on to the floor. As I weep and close my body up in a fetal position, I stare at the backside of my hands and see the bits of torn flesh and trickles of blood pooling into Rorschach like patterns.
By Rachel Evelyn 5 years ago in Horror
Nan and Pops cafe
Come try the tastiest chocolate cake, the crunchiest cookies and the most full bodied milkshakes in town read the sign. It was a fairly basic looking café on the outside but once inside everyone agreed it was worth a visit. The owners, affectionally known as Nan and Pops , had inherited the café many years ago and run it ever since. It was perfectly placed , in the corner of the town and by the main road. So locals and passing vehicles could enjoy the varied fayre.
By ASHLEY SMITH5 years ago in Horror
Were You Looking For Me?
The Witching Hour. That’s what they call the time between 3:00 and 4:00 AM. It’s considered the peak time for supernatural activity; a time when witches, demons and ghosts are supposed to appear and be at their most powerful. Some call it the Devil’s Hour, claiming it to be an inversion of the time when Jesus supposedly died, which was at 3:00 PM
By Kevin Bell5 years ago in Horror
Run
Patrick stares into his coffee cup, watching the black liquid sit in utter stillness. His eyes are red and sagging with black bags as he raises his gaze to see the waitress standing before him. Her mouth seems to be moving but for a moment he can't hear her past a sharp ringing that fills his ears. Almost in an instant, the ringing stops as she says “So, whatcha thank?” Her southern twang is a refreshing reminder of his distance from home, well, whatever you’d call the place he left behind but it doesn’t change the fact that Patrick has no clue what she just said.
By Drake Myers5 years ago in Horror
