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 Black Book
”Watch it lady!” I heard a voice shout behind me. I jumped out of the way just in time as someone flew past me on a bicycle. It was eleven at night, and I had just gotten off my evening shift at the diner. I stopped to catch my breath after being nearly run over by the jerk on the bike. That would be the icing on the cake for sure after this whopper of a year. A horn blared in the night fog and I looked up. I had instinctively jumped into the road. I dived out of the way of the incoming car and found myself in a heap of trash. This is just great. My usual luck. Almost get run over by a bike and a car all in one night. I looked at the trash around me in disgust, at least I was planning on taking a shower tonight. A small black leather bound book stuck out amongst all the garbage strewn around me. Looking closer, I realized it wasn’t garbage, but maybe the contents of someone’s purse or bag. Lipstick, make up compacts, money, among other things littered the gutter. I sat there for a moment, unsure what to do with all of it. Do I turn it into the police? I picked up the black book and flipped through it. It was filled halfway with handwriting, the beginning neat and tidy, towards the end it was more frantic and scratchy. All of it wishes.
By Katherine Lang5 years ago in Horror
The Protagonist
Gordon watched in horror from outside of the car as the dead tore a hunk of flesh from his wife, Junie’s, face, frozen in fear as she begged him to shoot her. Selfishly, he kept the last bullet to himself and just before she died, he witnessed pure hatred animating from her eyes. Backing slowly away from the car, he ran, her hateful gaze burned forever into his brain..
By Riss Ryker5 years ago in Horror
Brain Freeze
“’Samuel Clemmons?” “Yes, yes, right here,” Sam stood, gathered his paperwork and followed the young nurse down a long hallway leading into the bowels of the clinic. Going through a set of locked doors, she led him to an exam room where he was asked to remove everything except his socks and briefs. She laid a crisp, sterile gown on the examining table and collected his paperwork.
By Riss Ryker5 years ago in Horror
The Hidden Book
I was taking the train from Berlin undercover when it all started. Using a fake identity of a dead person I was on my way to meet up with a corporate owner of a marketing company for an interview when my life took an unexpected turn for the better. After having had lost my house in a fire from a riot outbreak I was in the same clothes I had on for over a week. I felt like I was in rags. My T-Shirt under my sweater was ripped on the side where my sweater had got caught when I jumped the fence escaping the riot with nothing but my phone and my laptop bag.
By Ruby Estelle 5 years ago in Horror
Hush-A-By
Running through the dead trees; The hunters chase, the prey flees. Hush-a-by, hush-a-by, they all fall down. The wailing child’s voice sounded again; an eerie song drifting on the chill wind. Icy fingers wrapped around them, sending haunting shivers down their spines. In terror they ran. They had been running for days. Every time the song sounded, someone died.
By J.C. Winter5 years ago in Horror
Suicide
I was sitting all alone, in the woods where I usually go when I don't want to deal with people. The flashback replaying in my head over and over again. I haven't heard from school or any of my friends since I went into the hospital. I've been out of school for three weeks now, because of my collar bone and my ribs. I didn't want to go back any way. They treat you differently than they were before you left. It would be embarrassing because I'm one of those girls that people don't really notice. Like if the teachers didn't know my name I could ditch school everyday and they wouldn't even notice. But this year my teachers decided to put me in the front of the classroom in all my classes. It was torture. I could hear the other kids ask and whisper to each other "Is she new?" Who is she?" "She looks weird" and more painful hurtful things like "She's ugly" or "She needs help." Which was true I did need help, but I didn't want other girls that I didn't know to tell me that.
By Brigid Miller5 years ago in Horror
Descent
I wasn’t always like this. Locked up in this place of sterile, soft walls, my head tangled with insanity. Once I was animated, full of hopes and dreams for the future. My husband and I owned a four bedroom, ranch-style home on six acres of wooded property just outside the city of Albany, New York. We were your normal suburban family with a mortgage, car payments, college funds and money set aside for retirement.
By Riss Ryker5 years ago in Horror
How Did I Die?
I am not sure how you’re reading this given that I’m dead, but here you are, and here I am. I guess I have to start at the beginning. I mean not my life story, it’s really not that interesting, but the crazy part. Things started getting strange a few months back, or at least I think it was a few months. Death changes your perception of time and it’s really hard to keep track.
By Lisa Laflamme5 years ago in Horror
Clones
I have a confession to make. I killed two people. To explain what happened I have to go back to the beginning of summer. I was outside mowing the grass. Living next to the woods I know there are all sorts of insects I have to watch out for. Well, one of those little suckers got the best of me and bit me on my lower back, close to my spine.
By Max M Power5 years ago in Horror
Last Meal
Damn, he was cold. So cold, in fact, it crept into the very marrow of his bones. His thin, wool blanket did nothing but make him itch, along with the lice. His 6' x 8' cell was so damp that the walls oozed with a fine sheen of water, glistening in the dull, yellow light coming from the catwalk.
By Riss Ryker5 years ago in Horror
Latterday
Something must be done with February and I'll tell you why. What I'm going to tell you may seem just a little out of the ordinary. Okay, a lot out of the ordinary. But I swear to you, it happened. I am not crazy, nor do I do partake in any sort of drug or imbibe in alcohol, which I'm not particularly fond of. I don't know how it happened, but I assure you, it did.
By Riss Ryker5 years ago in Horror
