psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
"911, what's your emergency?"
The house was empty, my smile was bright, and I finally had a day to myself. Sun rays were pouring through my window and I was never so excited for it to finally be summer. I grabbed my towel, let my clothes hit the floor, and headed for the shower. "Bye! Bye! Bye!", from the popular NSYNC band was blaring through my portable speaker as I danced my way through the glass shower doors. Before I could get to the water that was streaming out of my rain shower head, I suddenly began to feel light headed as if out of no where the air became thick and my brain wasn't getting enough oxygen. I reached out for the handle to turn the water off and turned back to grab my towel that was hanging over the side of the glass door. Tugging on it, I almost stumbled over my own two feet.
By Alexandria Aji5 years ago in Horror
Chills From Within
I was standing at my desk when I felt the stirring in my mind. It..... he…. I was never quite sure of the proper pronoun when I referred to the monster inside my mind. He. Probably. I think. At least that’s how it felt and how it manifested to me. A nightmare in a masculine body. He always seemed to awaken when I was engaged in the most innocuous tasks – tending the garden, scrolling through Facebook, answering e-mails, washing dishes, folding laundry, even stirring creamer into my coffee. I would be at peace and suddenly the tethers tying me to reality would begin to fray. Abruptly, his chaotic presence would spill into my mind, leaving trails of sorrow, despair, and fatigue behind. I had long since given up trying to fight the torment he unleashed. It is and was a pointless battle.
By Lady Coy Haddock5 years ago in Horror
The Procession
On a still and silent night, a young boy is restless in his bed. He cannot sleep. Though the trickling recycling of water in his aquarium usually succeeded in lulling him to such a state, tonight is the exception for when it cannot. Something unknown keeps him away from a peaceful slumber.
By Alder Strauss5 years ago in Horror
The Strangers on Tier Hill
NINE o’ CLOCK Leopold Fuchs stood about six feet in height. Although his complexion was that of a man approaching early middle age, his hair was a ghostly white with streaks of gray that lay gently over his ears. His eyes were penetrating, and demanding in such a way that they could command attention simply by their gaze alone. Our attention, however, was so focused on the progression of the night that we hadn’t noticed him until he announced himself to us.
By Alder Strauss5 years ago in Horror
The Strangers on Tier Hill
It is by sheer fortune or even by some miraculous intervention that I, and my wife, are alive to tell the story of that one fateful night in Berlin. As I recant, please allow no apprehensions or surrenderings to assumptions merit here. For the story that I am about to tell you has not been fabricated, nor has it deviated from the truth in any way.
By Alder Strauss5 years ago in Horror
The Strangers on Tier Hill
TEN o’ CLOCK I found my wife standing at the corner of the ballroom when I returned. She was telling all sorts of stories from her youth. I had heard these before. She had champagne in her hand and I knew by which story she told just how much she had. Three. It was the tire swing story. She would soon lift up her arm and show her audience where it broke when she fell. She wasn’t drunk, though. And she wasn’t a lush.
By Alder Strauss5 years ago in Horror
The Interrogation
Dr. Madeline Briggs entered the room and sat in front of the shackled child. The boy matched her gaze. His hands were cuffed to bars on either side of the table, a less than ideal place to try to understand the child, but she had to work with what she had.
By Pedro Rivera5 years ago in Horror
The Bottle
“It’s Raining” she called out quietly as she peeled away from the window. The glass had steamed up where her warm breath met with the cold pane. “You’ll just have to take a coat love” a reply came from the bedroom. Melanie had been hoping that wasn’t going to be the response she got. It had been 6 months, 3 weeks and 2 days since her last date and had been hoping for things to remain that way however it was her flatmate Jo’s insistence that she get back out there which changed her mind. Melanie was shy. She had always been shy since she was little, she remembered hiding behind her mother’s skirts whenever they were at the till in the shops. It wasn’t that she was afraid of the cashier, just afraid of the human interaction. Conversation didn’t flow naturally from her, that, and she was always self-conscious about her looks. Melanie would joke saying that she looked like a squirrel and Jo, her somewhat liberated friend would reply “even squirrels are obsessed with nut’s” with a wry smile stretching across her face and a cheeky glint in her eye, “and it’s about time you get yourself back out there and meet a nice fella”. “Now look” Jo said, “I’ve laid out a dress for you that I think will be perfect for you tonight and don’t worry I’ve gone conservative with my choice, I know you’re going to his place for dinner and you don’t want to give off the wrong impression”. Melanie shuffled across their small living room to peer into her bedroom where Jo had been busy arranging her attire for the evening. On her bed laid a blue summer dress and matching rain coat. “I thought you could wear these” Jo said while brandishing a pair of gold earrings in her hand, with two shiny white pearls dangling from the ends. “Ok, I’ll be out in five” Melanie said as Jo brushed past her and left, quietly closing the door leaving Melanie with her dress and her thoughts.
By Alex Gunner5 years ago in Horror
The Woman at the Bar
I sat at the bar and politely flashed a smile at the bartender. He flashed a smile in reciprication. I ordered a drink, the usual, a glass of Merlot. It was a stressful week at work so this was my way of unwinding, at this particular bar and in this particular chair. The aesthetics of the bar were warm and inviting with the dim lighting and the soft candle light from the candles strewn about the bar. And of course, my favorite, the fireplace. I loved to sit and gaze into the fire while drinking and listening to the soft rock music the bar played. And that was it, thats all i needed to unwind from the stress of being a therapist Monday through Friday. As i sat in thought, not really thinking. All of a sudden, my trance into the fire became dark, blocked. My vision began to focus and i see a man sat right in my view. He was tall and handsome and reminded me of a lumberjack with his salt and pepper beard and his red and black flannel shirt. Despite all that, i began to become irritated with the fact that he blocked my view of the fire. He noticed me staring, with which my face had to have bore a sour look.
By Angelique Gamez5 years ago in Horror
