psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
Et Tu?
The rain relieved him of his footing, his face kissed the ground roughly. Scrambling up, Marcus took off again into a quick sprint, clutching the duffel bag to his side. The rain leaked in through his collar, chilling him, there was a taste of blood in his mouth as he unconsciously licked at the newly made gap in his smile, and, oh boy, was he smiling.
By Zakary Ostrowski5 years ago in Horror
The Mysterious Black Book
Sarah’s big rottweiler, Jake, tugged at the leash. The air was crisp and smelled of the fresh snow that had just fallen last night. Her feet crunched in the snow and the light from her vest bobbed and illuminated the dark sidewalk in front of her.
By CeCe Thurston5 years ago in Horror
Blood and Dew
No matter how hard I try, I cannot stop looking at it... I turn away but I can still see it, on the walls, on the floor by my feet, behind my eyelids. It’s everywhere. I haven’t slept in days, I lie awake clutching onto it as if it was a part of me. My stomach growled in hunger, I can’t even hear it roaring like thunder anymore. My ears are trained on the black book, I cannot speak....
By Hannah Wright5 years ago in Horror
September 13th
After a long few days out of town and finally closing a few deals, it felt so good to be back in the city again. My city. Breathing in that polluted air. Yep, that was New York for you on any given day in the year, but on this crisp day in September, it felt different somehow. The energy felt different- not so hostile during rush hour.
By Ashanti Mckenzie5 years ago in Horror
Black Book
Boom! Boom! Boom! Jared is ripped away from his afternoon nap by three loud knocks at the door. He stumbles off of his couch and makes his way to the apartment door. He rubs his eyes and lets out a yawn. Jared looks through the peephole and sees nothing but a dimly lit hallway.
By Rich Miller5 years ago in Horror
Shattered
The old house creaked and cracked as the storm intensified on the third and final day of what she considered a well-overpriced, dreadfully dull stay. It was a long shot, thinking this would amount to anything. The reviews online, while frustratingly lacking specificity, assured readers, this house would provide answers.
By Tera Brown5 years ago in Horror
Crimson dreams
Chapter 1: White Walls ‘The echo of pure silence inside my head is deafening. I can’t stand the monotonous hum my brain creates to drown out the emptiness. I fear my sanity is being jeopardized at every imaginary tick of a second hand going around a clock. I begin to beg to the force that controls time, to make it tick faster until my consciousness awakes once again.’
By Brandon Baxter5 years ago in Horror
Satans Bargain
"Where the FUCK did I put it?" Lucifer could be found on this particularly hot day tearing apart his hotel room, screaming about, in a bit of a panic. He could have sworn he tucked his black book into his jean pocket right after the deal he had just made with a fellow named Patrick, who was willing to sacrifice anything for the success of his restaurant.
By Belle Bordeaux5 years ago in Horror
Little Black Book Loop
Cassandra was sitting at a glass desk, frantically typing on a holo keyboard. She decided that, finally, she would write their stories. The sad smile on her lips unmasked powerful contradictory emotions—hope and resignation, love and hate, melancholy. There was no screen. Or rather, the whole room was one. Countless luminescent vines were shuddering around her, carrying a myriad of holographic pictures, videos, and blocks of text. It looked like Cassandra's desk had been overgrown and had found its place in the ramage of a colossal tree made of neon. On one singular branch, facing the girl, a blue rectangle was dangling. It appeared to be the text editor in which she was inputting. A few paragraphs were already written:
By Stéphane Lallée5 years ago in Horror
