psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
PERILLUS INCORPORATED
Part1: The Bellowing Bull Ever so often one is allowed a glimpse into the inner workings—to witness the black blood that lubricates the world engine. For most who are granted the privilege, it is like a brief nightmare that gives hints of foul foundations, but for some who gaze into the abyss, it will mean lifelong days of terror that satiate unknowable wills.
By Brian Keith McMurray5 years ago in Horror
Ascension: Chapter 1
500 miles out, the last traces of civilization mere pebbles under the soles of hiking boots. Ancient oak trees surrounded us on all sides. The sun had long since left us, consumed by the ocean of bark. Only the sound of our laughter pierced through nature's cage—our idiotic jokes falling on the deaf, unfeeling ears of the world around us. It howled back an equally cold wind.
By Equilla Beasley5 years ago in Horror
Zealous
The front door is locked, and I fumble to find my key, inserting it properly, turning the lock as my chest falls into the door, the spaghetti strap slipped off my shoulder and the air conditioner greets me, cooling and setting the residue left from dancing my face off. My knee hits the corner of the wall, then my toe because of the whirlwind, I left the state of my house like a tornado’s aftermath.
By Whitney Carman5 years ago in Horror
No More Light
I suppose I was delaying the inevitable. I appeared optimistic to those around me; but inside I was terrified. Betty knew it. She could see it in my eyes, always could. Those goddamned poodles. “We will get through this,” they said. “No one left behind,” they said. A bunch of bullshit. They were shutting off our power today. 30 minutes. The only thing that kept us alive was the power. No power means no more light, no more water and heat, no more appliances, and most importantly, no more electric gates. Those gates they put up around the city is the only reason we aren’t dead. The only barrier between us and those things. Whatever they are, we hadn’t got a good look at em’. We would soon.
By Thomas Parker 5 years ago in Horror
The Cottage
The thick smell of sulfur in the air mixed with the already constant damp of her grandmother's cottage had Briony longing for the dry heat she was used to. The house sat on top of a natural spring, and after all these years the egg-smelling water seemed to overtake everything else. She’d only arrived that morning and already, she was desperate to leave.
By Jade Lewis5 years ago in Horror
Bad Trip
It was dark outside, dark and cold. I had just gotten out of work. God, I hate my job. Mr. Pardo was busting my balls all day for not restocking the movies last night. Maximum Overdrive had just come out a couple of weeks ago, and it was flying off the shelves. Or it would be if I had put them on the shelves, but I didn’t. But that’s in the past, it was time to go home. I started my walk to my car, a 1969 Maserati Spyder. It was a gift from my father for my 16th birthday. It was kind of old by the time I got it, but man did I love it. It was pretty chilly out, but that’s nothing new for Chicago. I just pulled my jacket closer to me and continued walking.
By Damian A. Landon5 years ago in Horror
