psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
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
The Climbing
The Climbing Grey stairs. Lucy is climbing. Walls on the first floor - yellow, lacquered and smooth. There are six doors in rounded hallway. Doubt increases in her. Where should she go? She only hears quiet whispering echo: ‘’Everything is simple…’’ She is pushing shadows in defiance, already tired. How much time has passed?
By Obrenija Novkovic5 years ago in Horror
Pen-pals
The old wooden door opened with the scraping and creaking that comes with age, from the warping effect of many rainy days followed by warm ones. Its maroon paints flaked and a few pieces fell off as one of the things entered. In one corner of their little room they sat. They knew what it meant if a thing came in: they wanted something. Commotion began in all of the other rooms too, the bleating chatter of a group working out what is going on, or what may be coming. Its footsteps sounded wet, which fitted with the drumming of the rain on the roof, and the small stream being allowed in by the crack in the corrugated panels. Where it fell it made a small path on the soft floor.
By Jamie Allen5 years ago in Horror
Curiosity killed the Cat
Bye Jo, I’m going to miss you I whispered. Too scared to say it loudly in case he heard me! I turned and waved, licking my lips imagining what it would be like to run to him and kiss him just like Whitney did in The Bodyguard. “Oi, you going to stand there staring into space all day? Some of us have a plane to catch” said an old lady who looked like a cross between Mrs Shrek and Nanny McPhee. She was about 5ft tall with a slight hump on her back, skin that looked like a shammy leather, arms like popeye with a red angry boil on her nose. She was carrying two worn out leather bags, one in each hand as she barged past me to passport control.
By Rachael Cumberbatch 5 years ago in Horror
The Book
The lone lightbulb swayed incessantly from the ceiling even though there was no breeze: the only window had been painted shut and wouldn’t open with the most stubborn of tugs. Rain streaked the dirty panes of glass, cast down from a morning sky full of dingy clouds. Stacks of cardboard boxes occupied space beneath the window, beside a serviceable twin bed, and a microwave and small coffee maker sat on a worn-out horizontal dresser -- but that wasn’t enough padding to keep Ethan’s voice from echoing off the bare walls of the small, square room.
By Joy Holmes5 years ago in Horror
