psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
Wanting
The small cabin seemed to get smaller and smaller to Dan Fields. For the past six days, he had been stuck in the cabin waiting for the monstrous snow to melt and free him from the frozen prison. Why did he run off to the mountains in the middle of February? At least he was smart enough to stock up on water. He had also chopped up enough firewood the first day he had arrived. What he didn’t have was enough food. Even though the fire was cozy, it was not enough to keep him warm. Wearing his hunting coat and gloves, he got up from the oval rug in front of the fireplace. Opening the fridge, he eyed the one remaining case of water, next to a slice of cheese, a bottle of bourbon and an open pack of hot dogs. He picked up the hot dogs, stopped and listened. Once again, he had the feeling that he was being watched. He was pretty sure cabin fever was the cause, but that did not ease his rising anxiety. He shook his head, opened the hot dogs and pulled out one of the floppy processed wieners. He threw the rest of the package back in the fridge and grabbed the bottle of bourbon. Settling back on his warm spot on the rug, he bit off half of his cold entrée. So nice, he thought, to be able to eat without a nagging wife telling him to stop smacking his food. He was a man, he should be able to eat however he wanted. Too bad he had to be hundreds of miles away from his home to do it.
By Starla Brunson5 years ago in Horror
Johnny's Stolen Liver..
It was a chilly January evening. Johnny was helping his mother prepare a liver stew after school. "Oh shit" he heard his mother say. "We have forgotten the liver Johnny!" she exclaimed. Their car broke down after driving home from the store earlier that day. Johnny considered the disappointed look on his mother's face and decided it best to walk.
By Cosmo Carr5 years ago in Horror
Dick and Jane
I take the i-95 to the 1A home after dropping Addie off at a friend's house for a play date. The last three years have been tough, but she's such a resilient kid. After I lost my wife, well, it's been Addie and me. I crank up the radio and drive. "Oh, Dicky boy..."
By MEEGAN MEEKS5 years ago in Horror
DreamWalker
Everyone needs to sleep, it is a fundamental of life. What happens when we sleep has always been a question, just like what happens when we die? For some, it's a peaceful, relaxing, almost spiritual way to rest the body and soul. For some of us.. It's the beginning of terror. A completely unavoidable terror.
By Catherine Victoria5 years ago in Horror
Going up?
Where am I? I've been in this tall tower for as long as I can remember, but I can't remember how long that is. It almost feels like I was born here. The room is caged, round, and empty, the only thing in here are stairs, and the sound of water dripping, but everything is bone dry. Everything is stone, and looking up all I see is stairs spiraling up forever.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Horror
Me and my Night Terrors
Let me start by saying this: I don't know if these are real, or if this is just my subconscious loving to stay awake! Throwing nightmare parties and the only one that's invited is me. Since the age of 13, I would have these vivid nightmares(which I will detail in coming stories) where I am either paralyzed from head to toe or endlessly getting mangled and mawed by Shelly and Mr Nails ( will get to them in the future) from hours on end. While all the while... Him, just stands over me... watching, staring, and orchestrating this symphony of torturing.
By Ian Griffith5 years ago in Horror
La Guillotine
There was a single window to the cell through which I watched the sun and the moon rise in rotation five times, guided between the iron bars. I spent most of my time watching those yellow and white balls being slung skyward in their cosmic juggle. The sky turns lilac and amber with burning yellow, and it wanes lavender and amethyst with gleaming white. It’s not that I’d never paid any attention before. Dead men, it seems, pay special attention to the heavens.
By Ryan Shulman5 years ago in Horror
Split-Room
Dear Lacey, It's a pleasure to be able to use a pencil again, a bothersome it can be, stuck in a room answering questions that were not even questions. The doctor kept showing me inkblots on white paper, explaining with undermining ease and with redundant questioning. I do not appreciate the tone when he does, acting as if I did not know what a Rorschach's Inkblot test is. While having seen many of these odd-looking images in many scholarly books, never did I felt like if I had a choice to say what it was. Honestly, I had difficulty answering the doctor's question: 'what does it look like to you?'
By Anthony Sotello Jr5 years ago in Horror
The Last Smile
I wait in the bushes next to the garage, hands trembling. The car pulls in and before the garage door closes, I slide in. He turns off the car and opens the door. I wait behind the car, waiting for the moment. He steps out and closes the door but before he can reach the door I drive a screw driver into his neck.
By Brian Lavalley5 years ago in Horror
Death Dreams
Have you ever had a dream that’s not just a dream. Something more, disguised as a dream. Something you could never forget. I have had plently. You see, as contrast to the inability to control my life, my dreams are mine to influence. I am always aware I’m dreaming, it’s strange. I can’t say I have ever had a nightmare. But there are those rare few that defy my will completely. I can neither wake or change the outcome. Forced to walk in the shoes of another; separate, but as one. This recollection is to be taken however you choose, if that be a reality of a insane man or entirely a fantasy...
By Jacob Smalls5 years ago in Horror
