psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
The Loneliest Girl
Maya ran her pointer finger over the worn creases of the letter on her lap. Though she had opened her mailbox to find the letter less than a month ago, she had folded and unfolded the piece of paper so many times it now appeared fragile and antique.
By Katie McNeill5 years ago in Horror
Blood Book
As Alan Corbett through the contract in detail, my eyes kept straying to the large, sealed manila envelope with my name hastily hand-scrawled on it. I barely absorbed anything Corbett was saying until I was finally asked to sign my name in full on the last page. My hand hovered over the line. I tried to think of my single mother who had worked three jobs to make ends meet and send me to school. She deserved this, didn’t she? Still, my eyes strayed back to the envelope. I would always wonder, guiltily, which it was that finally guided my hand into the familiar looping signature.
By Juliana Masseloux5 years ago in Horror
Manifesting A Maniac
“Be right there,” Daphne huffed, in an annoyed tone. She placed her cellphone down onto her nightstand alongside her pillowtop, platform bed. Her mother had called her name twice, and she knew she better hurry to see why she was needed. It was the two of them after all since her father had recently left her mother for his assistant, six weeks ago. Her mother was overly stressed and taking most of her frustrations out on Daphne.
By danielle williamson5 years ago in Horror
The Tethered Souls Of The False God
The house was stiflingly hot. A hot that prompts deep breaths to know there is air in the room, a hot that you think moving might relieve, only to encounter a resounding stiffness of the hot air. Mary-Beth lay on her twin mattress in the bare room, staring at the ceiling. A reality she was so adapted to there was little left to feel about it. She lifted her nude body from the sheet slowly and let her feet touch the wood floor of the old farmhouse. The floorboards were warm already. This is how she began her ritual. She spoke aloud as if Dale Fogs her bonded soul was still in this realm. “Good morning” came out of her mouth like a fastball, her voice echoing against the wood and plaster with no soft surface to catch it but the mattress. “Today I hope the sign is in the sky.” There was no one physically present to respond to the request. She looked out the window and saw the clear blue Colorado sky and the plains sprawling with grasses and tumbleweeds and dust. Despite her plea to the universe, she did not look to the sky. She would have to look out 3 times before she could expect a sign from him, and even then, it was possible she would see nothing today. In fact, the signs had all but ceased.
By Kelly Morris5 years ago in Horror
Kuriosum
It was Tuesday evening and Roger sat on a subway bench by 47-50 Rockefeller Center transfixed by his right arm. It was nearly six o’clock, his entire right arm was now a solid piece of stone, and he found forming the next thought to be increasingly difficult. The subway was relatively quiet, especially for this time of night when the rush should be on. People walked with their faces buried in their phones, entering and exiting the trains, all the while seemingly oblivious to the speakers above announcing the coming and going of the next trains, and even of each other.
By Scott Perreault5 years ago in Horror
Here Kitty Kitty
Here Kitty Kitty She woke up in a coma. Mind slow, face hot, lips burning as the rest of her nervous system, a bit behind, worked to catch up in reaction to the unwelcome command of her irrational cerebral cortex. Looking to either side to make sure that the pressure and bulk she felt were cats, Meggie had a moment of relief, though it wasn’t enough to ward off what was coming. She wanted to yank back the covers, but forced herself to peel them away carefully so as not to dispatch anyone.
By Marilyn Lewis-Hampton5 years ago in Horror
