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 trip
I ran. its all I could do I this point He was coming. It was coming and there is nothing I can do about it. The forest is tall like a man but acts like the devil. The tress shield their faces away from me too scared to see about what's going to come. The forest was a complex place, full of vines and roots which twist and turn in all different ways. The tress shield their faces away from me too scared to see about what's going to come they hide their oak layer and replace it with mother natures mask. They wail for something, anyone, to come and protect their from the curse and cruelly of the forest but the forest isn't from a fairly tale so no one came to save them. The animals of the forest run away from the pain which laid there, waiting for them to fall for it, like they always do in the spell of hopelessness. The forest wasn't always filled with this curse, It was once filled with light and the goodness we all have in us but sometimes we all don't get our happy ending and the curse will be waiting to come and rain over us like pollution in the sea. Much like the pollution in the sea, The forest kills any or every source of light and live in it in a slowly mental way. I couldn't stay anymore i need to leave. i climb my way of out that forest and my eyes land on a dock? why would there be a dock next to a forest?
By Chelsea Gilliatt6 years ago in Horror
Scrutiny
"This is all a test" He looked over at me while his words of wisdom rang through my ears. I stared at the ground, my eyes full of disbelief, I couldn't seem to wrap my head around it all. I could feel the knot in my stomach burning, the confusion clouding my judgement and the uneasiness suffocating all common sense that I had left. I looked up in his direction, seeing him standing there, the slight breeze moving through the trees making the leaves dance behind him. He continued "Temptation is standing at your door, to ruin everything you've built" he paused for a moment, but then said "Or maybe it's a new opportunity, waiting to finally be pursued." Our eyes locked then, I couldn't bring myself to break away from his gaze, his dark, almost black eyes that stared into mine as my mouth opened to speak, but no words seemed to come out. He could see that I was struggling, battling my own mind at what the truth could possibly be. He could tell I was breaking and he enjoyed every moment of it. "It is something that has been put before you, once again." He had no expression upon his face, but I could hear the sternness in his voice "If you do not pass this... then you weren't ever ready to begin with and the same thing will be repeated, only to test you once more and you will continue to hurt those around you." I felt a weight in my chest crushing every ounce of hope that remained and he knew it. But something about the words he spoke cut through me like a knife, something just didn't feel right, no matter the amount of truth in which he spoke as he said "I know you feel an uncomfortableness, a pain because you know it's wrong and you know exactly what you need to do. The question remains though, if you will truly bring yourself to do it. But no matter what you choose, I will forever stand by you." I looked away from him then, I could feel the tears flooding my eyes, and the anguish tearing at my heart "But why now?" I whispered and pleaded. He continued to watch me fall apart, a slight chuckle escaped his lips as he responded "Because they know you may have found your happiness and the world wants to take that from you." I could feel the sudden sense of betrayal rush through my veins, the sadness that then turned to anger as I shrieked "Don't you do this to me!" That's when he smiled... that iniquity filled smile. I fell to my knees then as the tears ran down my face as I gasped "Please..." He knew he was winning and that I was crumbling to a mere pile of rumble. The smile never left his face then as he responded "Oh, my dear, you have so much to learn." I could see him hold his head up high at that point, and even though there was no life within his eyes, they somehow beamed with so much manipulation and power. He turned to walk away then, because he felt as if he had corrupted my thoughts and the deed had been done. Whilst listening to my suffering, I screamed one last cry, as I grabbed the ruffled surface of the earth within my hands. I looked up to watch him leave, no longer within sight, I unclenched my hands, as the dirt fell between my fingers, the desperation on my face slowly fading; only to be left with a deceptive smirk upon my face as I whispered "Two can play at that game."
By Reagan Jensen6 years ago in Horror
My Stalker
These kinds of stories often give us a thrill. We read books/articles and watch movies about this very thing. It is entertaining... until it happens to you. Don't get me wrong, there is some part of me that still finds this topic interesting to read about, but it took me a while to get back to this point.
By Evie Sinclair6 years ago in Horror
Cognitive Behavioral Therapy
I am going to start by saying I am terrified of spiders. Actually, terrified is to mild of a word to describe it. In fact it got to be so bad, that my boss told me that if I did not overcome my fears, that they would have to fire me, since it was getting in the way of me working.
By Purrie Graham6 years ago in Horror
Parasite
With a heavy breath, she exhaled. Laying prostrate in the overgrown grass on her parent's front lawn, an oak tree looming over her with its Spanish moss dripping from its limbs, she closed her eyes and breathed. The sky clouded over to a somber gray and, in a garbled voice, bellowed in discontent. Soon enough, the rain followed suit, and in a codependent venture of melancholy, it stormed. All the while, the girl lay still. With each luke-warm drop of rain, she seemed to melt into the grass, into the dirt. To melt would be a fine thing to do, but she'd settle for the simulation.
By Samantha Harward6 years ago in Horror
Life’s Ruts
Life’s Ruts Tears streak down my face as I struggle awake to stop the incessant beeping. “Just a horrible dream,” I tell myself. I reach to feel the comforting warmth of my still-sleeping wife before rising. Blood red neon informs me it is five-o-eight, July second. The day after Canada’s birthday.
By Frank Talaber6 years ago in Horror
Azrael’s Whispers
Azrael’s Whispers Desecraters of tombs, looters plucking at baubles, that’s what we were. Crowbars levered at nails screeching in protest like babies torn from their mother's womb as we tore at the boards erected to bar entrance to this once-hallowed ground. I stared at rust flows etching down cedar planks, outlining the vestiges of the Catholic cross that once stood over the doorway. White paint crumbled, graying under the oppressive touch of the sun’s heat, only to be swept away by the breath of wind and rain’s caress to dim lands of memory’s fading passages. Haphazardly nailed plywood concealed stained-glass windows that once danced with the colors of heaven. None of us knew when this old angel of grace had been closed up, but I felt the whispers singing by my as the old doors creaked open.
By Frank Talaber6 years ago in Horror
Hired Hearts
I take a step backward as the towering man steps forward from the shadows of the house. He is a man of dark complexion, maybe Middle Eastern? His brow furrows as he takes surprisingly light and swift steps to arrive at my side. I take another step backwards, but not before he grabs me by the upper arm.
By Chloe Holzman6 years ago in Horror
What It Wants
Dear me They don't know what's wrong with me. I tell them about it but they tell me that everything will be fine or okay, but I doubt it. I see him staring at me, crouching in the corner in the dark. its grin almost ear to ear, so abnormal. I try to ignore it, trying to act like I'm not afraid of it but deep down I know that if I put my guard down it will attack. I have been dealing with this for about 3 to 4 years, feeling the burn as he stares into my soul speaking a million words per minute, hoping it gets to me. I will tell you that this demon is something I hate but also something I agree with a lot. it's weird to say that you would agree with a demon but...
By Mateo Herrera JR6 years ago in Horror
