psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
Hired Hearts
I stare at the home in front of me, and I’m underwhelmed by the sheer amount of ordinary that stares back. Lincoln doesn’t live in some medieval torture castle, or a cement prison with no windows. It’s just an average house. He walks to the front door, unlocks it, and turns expectantly towards me. Having no other choice, I head into Lincoln’s home.
By Chloe Holzman5 years ago in Horror
Dreamer Sphere
I am walking alone. I realize that I am always alone in situations where I wish I had someone. The silence of being alone is deafening. I would say I’m normally a quiet girl, therefore, the silence is usually peaceful to me. Here on the other hand, the silence isn’t peaceful. It is darker and eerie. Yet, remembering how I ended up here is the hardest part. I don’t remember where I was or what I was doing. I am unsure what time it is. I am scared. I feel like I should remember something, anything.
By Alexis Arianna5 years ago in Horror
I love her
The pain draws further into my face. Still, I won't stop clenching my teeth. I read once that at night spiders crawl into your mouth. I hope that if I push my jaw shut stiff enough it will keep closed when I'm sleeping. I have no idea if it works, but it's the only way that I can sleep at night. And sleeping is the only thing I want. It draws me in like a magnet. Sometimes it feels like I wake up when I close my eyes.
By Sara van Leeuwen5 years ago in Horror
Distant Diner
The thing about a diner is that it’s very different than a bar. It isn’t Cheers, where “everybody knows your name.” See, movies get it all wrong with the southern belle servin’ sweet apple pies behind the counter where the whip cream dollop is almost the perfect imagery of her supple breasts. Most diners, people are quiet and somehow the cup of coffee you order is always the last in the pot. You’ll be lucky to not get a mouth full of signature roast that will be washed down with unfiltered tap water.
By Missy Miedema5 years ago in Horror
Under the Rainbow
Seneca stared unflinchingly across the open space where her fence had, until that morning, stood the usual six feet high. She had never seen the adjacent backyard. Only the thick photinias had ever been visible, sentinels above the shared fence line, adding to the illusion of privacy between neighbors. She had sometimes heard splashing in the sweltering afternoons, and feminine laughter in multi-generations floating her way on a hot wind. She thought now, on reflection, that she’d heard the unmistakable jumbled sounds of a party – clinking glasses, muted music from somewhere in the house, garbled voices talking over each other – a handful of times in the six years she’d lived here. And once, about two months ago, she had caught the strident, angry rhythms of an argument reverberating from within the walls next door.
By Lisa Lynne5 years ago in Horror
The Fast Pass Diner
Never fall asleep in an all-night diner. The waitresses might not bother you—but when you wake up with sugar packets stuck to your forehead and a lap full of coffee, you might wish they had. That was where I found myself last Thursday, after a long shift in the ambulance.
By Hannah Shannon5 years ago in Horror
