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 Billie-Jo
Sweet Little Billie-Jo “Where is my angel?” “Here I am daddy.” “Now, what are these police officers doing to you?” “Nothing, they are just asking me questions.”
By Colin Devonshire5 years ago in Horror
Unexpected Visitor
Tap tap tap I heard from my window. All I saw was the shadow of the tree from the sunset. “Hey Jenny, come and eat, Dear.” I heard my mother yelled from the kitchen. Her voice sounded strained. I left my room. I reached the bottom of the stairs something in the air did not feel quite right. It colder and quieter.
By Linuea5 years ago in Horror
N/A
Myra's inbox was cluttered with numerous emails from various employment platforms. She had not received any substantial job offers in over a month. She was becoming borderline desperate and even cynical. The elusive promise of any supplemental income from the state didn't help the situation either.
By MICHELLE SHAAY 5 years ago in Horror
I am in his bubble, and he is in mine
"Oh, for God's sake!!" My pile of magazines go flying off the edge of the sofa, when I accidentally kick them with my foot. It's only a small annoyance, but it's one too many annoyances tonight. I reach to pick them all up, then re-position myself across the sofa, propped up with cushions, half sprawled and feeling fairly relaxed, considering.
By Karen Cave5 years ago in Horror
Beneath the Skin
I can remember the feeling of loss. The pain can brighten one’s life to a point where all you can do is just smile. I can see the moment so clearly, I was about ten years of age and I could picture my mother lying in her laced bed. She whispered to my father about something grave, but it seemed as if my father had no care. Her completion was becoming pale as if she had tasted poison. Few weeks flew by and my mother grew weaker, eventually dying. We had a funeral for her the following week. We had no relatives attend the funeral, for all had died by some 'disease'. During the burying of my mother, a tear dropped down from my eye as if the world had changed meaning. Looking up at my father I had seen a faint smile upon his face. I knew from then on I had no one to count on, not ever.
By Ghoulishtale Studios5 years ago in Horror
Winter Roses
In the dead of the night the winter wind whistled through the trees. The clouds covered the moon and gave the place an ominous darkness that would have anyone on edge. The snow that covered the ground crunched beneath my bare feet.
By Samantha King5 years ago in Horror
Snake Fear!
SNAKE FEAR Joe was walking along the country road, the gravel making small sounds at times as he made deliberate steps. There was no other traffic on the road at this time of day and Joe was walking down the middle of the road just in case. He was feeling pretty good about himself for just being out here walking. Especially on a road that had grass and brush on both sides. He glanced over to the sides out of habit, then cajoled himself for it. Just keep walking buddy, he told himself. You are out here finally doing this, as the therapist suggested.
By rob streit5 years ago in Horror
Tough
It's pitch black and I'm lost in the woods, I was in a rush and forgot my phone in her room. Her... Room. Still shaken I frantically look around praying she’s lost my trail; but, the dense forest trees block any view.
By Flukka Fly5 years ago in Horror
Lockdown lovers
This lockdown. This pesky, bloody virus, affecting my virility. It's not only making everyone scared and miserable, it's wrecking my damn love life. This pandemic is poking a hole in my perversions. Calling a halt to my hanky-panky happenings. Putting a stop to my sensual shenanigans.
By Karen Cave5 years ago in Horror
That which Could Be
Sometimes the familiar isn’t familiar enough. As I come home with my dog after an early morning walk, the same door that would normally welcome me back pushes me away with an ominous presence. Cold winds swirl before me, rustling fall leaves before my feet, but the chill I feel comes from within. I delay the inevitable by snapping some photos of white wooden door, its fire-like glow radiating into the blue of early morning. The warmth contrasts with the cold dread that burns like dry ice in my chest.
By Jennifer Black5 years ago in Horror
Christmas Is A Family Affair
Shepherd’s pie and yams were her little Lawrence’s favourite. She bustled around the kitchen, checking on the casserole in the oven and the yams on the stove. He would be here soon, along with the rest of the family, to celebrate Christmas as a family. She glanced at the clock: 5:46 p.m. They usually gathered for dinner at 6:30 sharp, so there was still time. Her daughter Summer was always getting into trouble, so who knew what she was even doing at this minute, and her son Lawrence was probably helping his young son with homework, or something else. She paused, spatula in hand. What was her grandson’s name again?
By Annabelle Liao5 years ago in Horror
Who Left These Bloody Footprints?
The night was cold, like any other late-summer night in Michigan. I ended it just like previous nights, as I had developed a routine. Every night, I would drink tea and read in bed until my tea was finished. Then, I would lay down and allow myself to be taken away. Throughout the night, I tossed and turned, unable to find a good position to sleep in. I awakened a few times in between those turns and could feel something wasn't right. My foot confirmed that feeling as it tingled most throughout my slumber, feeling as if a million little critters swarmed the bones of my right foot.
By CreepyAuthor5 years ago in Horror