psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
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
Spiders in My Lungs
It was late into the night when you visited me, my back to the the sheets and mouth open wide my snores a sounding call to your future nest. It was pitch black in the abyss that was my eyelids as the you approached the open cavity that was my nose. Your 8 legs tired from the journey a few egg sacks on your back carrying the future of your kind, you wanted a safe place for your young, and I was a victim of circumstance. Yet unbeknownst to me you so did crawl into my nose which alarmed me to an extent at the blockage of air making it's way to my lungs. You stay silent and still hiding in the dirty cave of bacteria as you waited for me to lull myself to sleep in my half awake state. This place just wouldn't do, so you made your way inwards determined to find the perfect location despite my fears, or at least the protests I would have if I was awake.
By Blaze Herrero5 years ago in Horror
Pickering's Flat
Pickering’s Flat It was 3.30pm in the afternoon and my pal, Fin and I thought it might be a great decision to go camping.. Fin, a fine, flamboyant and fluid creature was always full of wonderfully enticing and often nature inspired ideas. Me, Lenny, who is often halfway between a big anxious ball of worry and what ifs while simultaneously sporting a big case of FOMO (fear of missing out) always feels a strong desire to follow through with them because sometimes visits with Fin are far and few in between.
By Ellen James5 years ago in Horror
The Fear That Flickers
How likely is it that creatures exist lurking in our dark places? Think of it this way: Throughout the course of human history everything that happened had to happen just the way it did in order for things to line up, your parents to meet, and you to exist.- For better or worse.- I’m far from a statistician. Hell, I failed math at least once. I’d feel safe putting the odds at something in the one in million range. That’s you buddy, you’re one in a million. It’s for that reason I have to apologize that you also happen to be unfortunate enough to come across this… I would urge you to turn around now as this is not something you can unlearn and, worse still, the truth won’t protect you from them. Not Daemons and especially not Ifrits.
By Shi-Tokey Slim5 years ago in Horror
The Mist
They say no one outruns the Mist. It is something forsaken by the rest of the world... an eldritch horror leftover from a darker, more sinister age. Unknowable, it swallows up anyone foolish enough to enter it’s despotic grasp. They say that once you enter, you can never leave. You are doomed to a life of aimless wandering, living out your days in desperate search of an exit until time slowly erodes your mind into madness.
By Alexander Dart5 years ago in Horror
Pickering's Flat
Pickering’s Flat It was 3.30pm in the afternoon and my pal, Fin and I thought it might be a great decision to go camping.. Fin, a fine, flamboyant and fluid creature was always full of wonderfully enticing and often nature inspired ideas. Me, Lenny, who is often halfway between a big anxious ball of worry and what ifs while simultaneously sporting a big case of FOMO (fear of missing out) always feels a strong desire to follow through with them because sometimes visits with Fin are far and few in between.
By Ellen James5 years ago in Horror
Overnight
“This is AT in the AM and you were just listening to Living on the Edge by Aerosmith. Speaking of the edge, what’s really out there? Virginia is one of the nation's most haunted states and we want to hear your stories. Have you had an experience that pushes the realm of reality? It’s just hitting 2:00 AM and we will start our search for the truth with your calls. Up next is Chopin’s Nocturne in C Minor.”
By Jonathan Ryder5 years ago in Horror
The candle and the knife
It was the chilly time of year where it was dark when Erin left for work in the morning, and dark when she left work to go home. She was already feeling the effects. Yawning as she got out of her car, she was too distracted by her fatigue and the darkness to notice what was out of place.
By Mimi Sonner5 years ago in Horror
Beyond The Bay Window
I stood in the middle of a spacious, inviting living room filled with various furniture around me. There was a couch a few feet in front of me, a pair of armchairs on either side of it, a book shelf against the wall to my left that was connected to the staircase near the entrance. I stared into flickering red and orange flames that danced within a fireplace of brown and beige stones. Above the mantle hung a painted portrait of a man in a black suit sporting a maroon tie, his brown hair cut short and styled. Grey eyes stared back at me. A crystal chandelier hung directly above me, warmly lit.
By Narady Nauch5 years ago in Horror
