psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
My Dreams; They Haunt Me
I walk around my gloomy house feeling the shiver of a cold spirit following my every turn. The floor boards creek under my every step, followed by the echo of my haunting shadow whom I never see. As I enter the hallway to my room, I quicken my steps in order to hopefully lose the ghost I seem to have present, or in my mind. As I reach my door, I can hear it approaching; taking its time as it seems to be struggling to follow me. As I enter my room, I shut the door and lock it; the steps are now on the other side, unable to cross the barrier I've put up.
By Stefanie Meldrum8 years ago in Horror
Consequences of Deviation
Colbert Wells had done nothing particularly exciting in his 38 revolutions around the sun. After 38 years he had found no passion, no love and a job in a gray office to match his gray life. He had few interests and exceedingly odd ones at that. He enjoyed the absence of others. He enjoyed organizing and reorganizing his shelves. He enjoyed blank canvases and empty containers. The only thing that really ignited the fire surrounding his heart were his trips to the grocery. He felt, what he may describe, as an incredible thrill, walking down the aisles. Observing the pristine organization of the shelves, the hum of the fridges. The harsh lights that shone almost white bounced off the tile floors in a way that made his heart skip a beat. He craved these strolls through the aisles, sometimes only looking at the stock. The fridges filled with fish sticks, frozen pizzas and whatever else. Usually, he didn’t even buy anything. He just browsed, often for hours. He went absurdly early. When the floors had been freshly cleaned and bounced light off of them even more effectively. Before the hordes of people poured into the store, mussing about with the organized shelves, pushing and moving the items, their kids wailing on the floors or drooling in the carriages. These things made him suppress bile that rose in the back of his throat. These people ruined his favorite place.
By Clove Cameron8 years ago in Horror
Thoughts From Disturbed Patience File 1
On days like these, I am reminded who I really am. Cold. Damp. Scary. On the inside nothing but a core of what is. Last night, Mr. Cole told me he and his helpers were going to make the sounds go away. These sounds, these noises. The damp, cold, scary screams and whispers inside my ears.
By Nathan Wheeler8 years ago in Horror
HAG - A Story of Sleep Paralysis Part 2
When Ellis woke in the morning, he felt changed. He had never been frightened before, not really. He had heard stories of monsters and seen scary cartoons, but they never affected him. He never needed to sleep with the light on, or never had any real nightmares. The kind of nightmare he had had before was more frustration than fear induced. Nightmares like being stuck on the ceiling while his friends played with his toys on the floor. Dreams he would tell his mum and dad about in the morning as they ate their breakfast.
By Trev Lewis8 years ago in Horror
Living Nightmare
I was running through the underground, dodging little children, crashing into older people, and bumping through barriers with my ticket, knowing if I didn't run any faster I was going to miss the last tube. I don't know why I was running through the underground or why I was determined that I had to get the last tube. I could easily turn back and go up to the main roads and get a taxi.
By Molly (Molls) Giles8 years ago in Horror
The Watcher
I watched her, through the hazy window of her bedroom. Her eyes, her lips, her hair. She fascinated me. The moonlight played on her face... on her lips. I watched her shuffle in her sleep for what seemed like the perfect eternity until I felt the sun on the back of my neck. I watched her again for a short moment before she woke, rose from her disheveled bed and stretched away the stiffness from sleep. I watched her make breakfast: cinnamon oats, just like yesterday. I was truly intrigued by her. Her life, her love for her dog and her body, perfectly proportioned.
By Thema Holland8 years ago in Horror
Captured and Bound
Her eyes flutter open, and she slowly regains consciousness. She lifts her head and her eyes immediately follow the single ray of light that falls into the room, she looks towards the window and realizes she is underground. Her thoughts are sluggish, and she feels sick, her first instinct is to get up and run, but as she tries to move, she finds that she is bound to her seat. There are chains on her feet, and her hands are tied to the arms of the chair, she pushes herself forward to find even her waist is locked down to the chair by a tight leather cloth. The stress she applies to get out of the chair is too much for her, and she has to stop lest she becomes unconscious once again. She takes a long deep breath only to find that the air makes her lungs burn and she coughs up a combination of blood and bile. She feels like screaming, kicking and crying but she knows she must remain calm.
By Sanya Singh8 years ago in Horror
Piecing Together The Puzzle: Directors Give Us A First Look At 'Jigsaw'
For six years and seven installments, we saw pretty much everyone get mangled, maimed, and mauled by the Saw franchise. Starting a horror revolution back in 2004, the final installment — ironically dubbed "The Final Chapter" — was just a shadow of its former glory as the series hobbled off into the distance like Dr. Gordon himself. However, seeming to round off the tales of those who were still alive, the Jigsaw case file seemed closed. Well, that was until now.
By Tom Chapman8 years ago in Horror
