psychological

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

Cage Sweet Cage
Around six months or so later, they were as far away from his old home as possible. Deep, deep, deep into the woods of some mountain with no neighbors for miles. Or at least that's what it looked like. From the few times he'd gotten a look out of the windows to the outside.
By Raphael Fontenelle5 years ago in Horror
Behind the Sun
I walked the desert like a fool. Alone and thirsty, I was searching for a reason to continue my journey. I crawled relentless in a dirty garment no educated mind would dare wear. It didn’t matter. I wore it well. They could never possibly see that nothing mattered, not behind the sun.
By Diana Hayes5 years ago in Horror
One is the loneliest number
Susan sat quivering, hunched in the corner of her room, eyes wide in pure terror as she heard her daughter's voice call from downstairs again
By Rob5 years ago in Horror
Us
Beth walks into the restaurant as if her name is on the flashing sign outside, and heads straight to the patio full of tables.
By D Allen 5 years ago in Horror
Merlot Murder
On the countertop, a shattered wine glass slowly drips its rich, velvety contents onto the white oak flooring. Its fragmented pieces positioned like rocks in a stream, guiding the flow of the ruby red liquid to its endpoint. Drop after drop, the Merlot puddle continues to form, a stark contrast against the light wood. Its bold flavors of cherry and blackberry merging with the citrusy scent of the floor cleaner. Nearby, a figure lies haphazardly, slowly creating its own pool of Merlot with soft notes of iron. The figure’s thick chestnut hair is strewn across its face, and a glowing smartphone brightly displaying the numbers 9-1 rests in its limp hand.
By Silvia Spinn5 years ago in Horror
The Stain of Red
Rebecca looked at herself in the mirror, she estimated she had been gone long enough, don't take too long she thought, make him wait a little. She reached into her clutch and removed her lipstick, as she applied the ruby color to her lips she knew he would respond to it. Rebecca had waited patiently for him to ask her out, doing everything she could to capture his attention. The ball was in his court now, all she had to do was play her cards right and he would be hers forever.
By Terrence E. Tropez5 years ago in Horror
Happenstance
Chapter 1 Despite the rain and chill in the night air, a young woman walks down the street, oblivious, as her mind is bathed in “warm sunshine” because her boyfriend has proposed to her. She is feeling so elated that she can’t help but stop and stare at the beautiful ring on her finger every minute or two, and at the next street light, she pauses yet again to get another look.
By Rosemary Feld5 years ago in Horror
Esmeralda
“You can have your money back; just please go,” the psychic says to me. Madame Esmeralda is more window dressing than even cynical ole me was expecting. Still, I wanted answers, so I was ready to try anything when I arrived here at their modest-sized storefront in North Dallas just over an hour ago.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Horror
Blind Date
The television is quietly murmuring in the background, while Maria stares at a web page, checking profiles on her laptop. A news bulletin flashed across the tv screen. Maria grabs the remote increasing the volume. “Good Evening, the notorious serial killer, ‘The Carver,’ has struck again. A corpse was found beheaded, under a bridge, on the outskirts of town.” The pictures on the tv screen show the location with a white tent covering where the body was located. A news reporter questions the chief of police while holding a microphone up to his face. He answers, “We have reason to believe this is the work of the serial killer, ‘The Carver.’ The victim, discovered by a dog walker; had a number ten carved into its chest. We have a team searching in this vicinity for clues.” The interview is cut short, the camera returns to the newsreader.
By Deborah5 years ago in Horror
The Old Man and the Crow
"I've got hyper-extensive voice", I blurt out. "You got what?" My bestie, John and I are walking down Boundary street, the sun has not long risen and its a rare moment of quietness in West End. Up ahead stands a solitary wheelie bin with white plastic bags erupting out. A lone crow lands on the green lid and begins to tear at the plastic with its beak.
By Jefferson Power5 years ago in Horror
The Cult Cafe
Cheyenne was always told not to go to that cafe. The cafe on Rose and 5th was supposedly owned and run by a cult. Of course, this was all a rumor. In reality, it's just run by vegans, so of course, the older people in town were scared. Cheyenne thought it was refreshing to see some modern ideals in her small town. Although, they were still a little too out there for her taste.
By Miss Ghoul5 years ago in Horror
Take Good Care of My Home
I'm sure you are clever. Exceedingly clever. The kind of person who would never fall for an online scam, isn't that right? Especially a ridiculous one. You know what I'm talking about. “You've just won a trip to Barbados, please give us your social insurance number!” or “I am a Nigerian princess and I have to get rid of all this gold!” No, you'd never fall for that. At the first sight of a red flag, you would turn around and run. Only naive idiots fall for such things.
By Amanda Fernandes5 years ago in Horror