psychological

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

They Call Me Jack
It was just another gloomy rain filled day in dreary old London. At this point I was used to it, the smell of rain mixed with the fumes of trash and filth. After so many years I'd gotten used to it, and truly believed that morning would be the same as any other. Oh how wrong I was, so wonderfully wrong. Alas I go too far, so allow me to recount what transpired that day that would bring us to this moment.
By Jack5 years ago in Horror
Shut Out
Last night seemed more like a dream than anything else. Hesitant for what awaited me, I delayed opening my eyes for the precious few moments of denial I needed to piece together last night’s blur. My brother had returned out of the blue and frantically woken me up in the dead of the night. I vaguely remember splatters of blood. Everything was so jumbled! Not just last night but most of yesterday. Probably the meds. Still, that uneasy feeling was crystal clear. Oh god, what had he done?
By Sach 5 years ago in Horror
Kin
“Every dream will reveal itself as a psychological structure, full of significance” – Sigmund Freud. The cool wind blows upon his face. A baby’s scream bellows down the twisted corridor into a darkened room. Of the seven years Christian Dillinger had lived in that house in the small town of Irving, that corridor had never seemed so long as what it did now. Shuffling down the corridor, the drapes hit his body as they blow fiercely due to the strong wind. Flashes of a sealed envelope addressed to him come and go. The baby’s scream grows louder and louder. Halfway down, he notices a trail of blood leading to the darkened room. He hesitates, but mustered up the courage to journey on. The door is shut. Shaking, he raises his arm to turn the door knob. Inside the room lies a naked baby in a cot, with the umbilical cord still attached, covered in blood. The baby’s scream is so loud it deafens him. Beside the baby is the sealed envelope. Within arms reach, a woman’s voice calls to Christian from behind.
By Nathan Spiro Morraitis 5 years ago in Horror
Static.
Static. That was the first thing I scribbled into the black notebook. I absently traced those six letters over and over again, making the word thick and ink-swollen.
By Mackenzie Sigmon5 years ago in Horror
The Editor
You wake up to find a mysterious black notebook on your nightstand. The moment you touch it you hear the voice of the narrator. This voice, saying exactly what this voice is saying right now. The narrator says that it is the narrator and that you are the author of the world of your experience and the great editor of existence. That you now have power over life and death. Simply inscribe a name in this little black book and that person will die within 24 hours. Once the name is written you cannot remove it. It will erase on its own the moment the person is no more.
By M. M. Sang 5 years ago in Horror
The Book of Abaddon
The man sat pathetically alone on the snow-covered steps outside the run-down apartment building. He was crying. An ugly kind of sob, the kind that only makes onlookers feel pity, not sympathy.
By Mackenzie Gibson5 years ago in Horror
The Pay Off
Walter had hidden from them for months. Now, crouched in the alleyway, his eyes peering down at the black bag that lay before him, he feared he’d been uncovered yet again. They always had a way of finding him, it seemed. These people: they were powerful. And he, well...he was just a junky in their eyes. You can never be too careful, he thought. And now, with the upcoming trial, there was soundly based reason for his trepidation.
By Emma Fin5 years ago in Horror
One Day I'll be Rich
One day I’ll be rich. He wrote in his little black book for the third time today. Jordan believed that you could manifest anything that he wrote into his journal. Being rich was right on top of that list. All he could ever think about was how to get money and then how to get more money. Jordan was raised by his single mom who never had much to spare. He promised that one day he would never have to live like that again.
By Ashley Leung5 years ago in Horror
Elysian Inc.
Elysian Inc. Headquarters The man stands in his stark white office, looking out of his tenth story floor-to-ceiling plexiglass window, at the bustling city below him. A tear runs down his cheek which he quickly swipes away. He looks around in embarrassment to reassure himself that no one saw it, even though he knows he is the only person in the room.
By Kail Grizer5 years ago in Horror
The Little Black Book
I woke up in a room with flashing red lights and sirens, all that was there was a little black book. The bed was tipped over, along with the table and chairs. The walls were cement with bars as windows. It reminded me of a prison.
By Laura Jones5 years ago in Horror
The Man Before Time
I descended the stairs to see my father in the kitchen boiling six different pots of various colored liquids. There had been an incessant knocking at the door, but I guess he didn’t notice. Mr. Brocker’s aging face appeared in the tiny window that some doors are fitted with, though their purpose escapes me. My feet are careful not to betray me as they take on each stair with caution but I’m in no hurry; I don’t much care for Mr. Brocker.
By Melissa Carey5 years ago in Horror
Walk of Greed
My eyes quiver open and a pain grasps my neck. “Hello?” I call into the gloom ahead. Nothing answers. I look down and realize I’m sitting, my legs engulfed under a thick fog. So thick, I could not even see them. The first thought that appeared was, is this what I think it is? The total darkness surrounding me was like the ashes from a volcano gravitating down upon eruption. My hands rise from under the fog beneath me. On my right, I hold my black notebook. My eyes wanted to fall out.
By Connor Bichelmeyer5 years ago in Horror