psychological

Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.

Stairway to heaven
Ariana, a desperate young woman, trapped in an eternal hellish nightmare, knew that to get to heaven she had to prove her worth to the demon who held her captive. There was a reason for killing that man, Mike, her husband of 25 years; she did not mean to do it, it was in self-defence. Yes, she may have stabbed him twenty times or fifty with that kitchen knife, she lost count after plunge number five; but he had it coming. It was unfortunate that he had two of his friends with him, but they were easy to dispose of. Both drunk and sleeping. One on the armchair, with his legs, splayed over the wing, and his other mate who had previously vomited is sprawled out on the rug in front of a dead fireplace.
By Deborah5 years ago in Horror
Happy Wife Inc
The roses were sad. They had not been trimmed in weeks and the spent flower heads hung woefully, dried out. Carlisle’s new wife didn’t have an eye for that sort of thing. She had an eye for modern art, which now decorated their new living room, and she had an eye for expensive shoes, which lined the floors of their recently renovated closet.
By Kathryn Brown5 years ago in Horror
Shadow Fight
There it was again—the creaking sound of someone treading slowly out in the hallway. Pressing mute on the remote in my hand, the sound cut off from the television and I turned my ear toward the door behind me.
By Sweet Scarlet5 years ago in Horror
The Ship on the Horizon
Robert awoke adrift. Everything hurt: his head, his limbs, his spine. As he raised his head, something red dripped into his eyes. He touched the top of his head and looked down: blood.
By Catsidhe5 years ago in Horror
Isolation
My name is Isiah Fortsmith, and I am- or was- the captain of the USS Ishimura. A boarding ship with a crew of two hundred, engineers, scientists, and workers. Our last mission was the transportation of refugees from earth-1 to the Proxima Centauri system, where we would deliver them to eden transit. I kept daily logs of our journey up to the point of hyper sleep, as well as once we were awoken. Everything went smoothly, there were no hiccups in the system or flight path, and we estimated our arrival to be exactly within acceptable transitory limits.
By Joshua Morelli5 years ago in Horror
As I breathe
"I'm going to be ok." Kara threw her head between her knees, desperately trying to catch her breath. The walls of the small office began to warp and close in on her. She could hear the voices in her head getting louder.
By Anissa Marie5 years ago in Horror
White Knuckle Driver
I was on the phone with my latest best friend Etta. She had recently asked me to take her to the airport. As well as my aversion to driving, I hated disappointing people and found it difficult to say no, especially when I thought someone needed me and had taken the opportunity to befriend me. Others who understand friendships much better than I do know there are two favors that will test any friendship, helping a friend move and taking a friend to the airport.
By Mindy Reed5 years ago in Horror
Mr. Threadbare
Before Mr Threadbare was named as such, he was a fastidious, one-time rather renown tailor with the given name of Ira Burrand. In tandem with his fellow tailor and on-off lover Jasper Munet, Ira ran the upmarket tailoring and altering shop Bespoke Bostonian in a side road off Newbury Street - the shopping area of choice for the wealthy and dapper citizens of Boston, Massachusetts.
By jamie harding5 years ago in Horror
Moll Pitcher
She stood facing the large window overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. She heard the rumbling of the auditorium behind her as people filled in the seats. She watched as the ship in the far horizon slowly slipped away into the sunset. She desperately wanted to be aboard that ship- but she had a job to do here, and she could not just leave. She summed a welcoming smile and turned to face the guest.
By Rose Loren Geer-Robbins5 years ago in Horror
Movement Detected
Blip I looked down at my phone and saw the notification from my smart camera app. Notification: Movement detected in Living Room.
By Joshua Campbell5 years ago in Horror
Below darkened skies
Ever since I was little, I had this reoccurring dream. I am in a small boat drifting away, all the while I heard the sounds of people crying and the splashing of water as if something was dropping into the sea. And before I could make sense of it all, I would wake up cold and shivering as if I had just come out of the water after a swim.
By Rachelle Baird5 years ago in Horror
I Know Him
I know him like no one else. I know just about every single thing there is to know about him. I know that he brought peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch every single day up until the ninth grade. I know that he switched majors twice in college and graduated a year late because of it. I know that he goes back to his apartment every evening at 7:00 PM by bus, and that he always had a glass of wine at 7:30 PM. I know that he does his laundry on Thursday evenings, and that he uses the broken drying machine along the back wall that accepts 50 cents less than it should.
By P.L.5 years ago in Horror