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 Bard of White Arbor
If the gods ever felt the urge to prefer some days over others, Cedric wagered the days after rain were their favorites. How could they choose anything else? The moist earth giving way so comfortably underfoot was only outshined by delicious purity of the air, or possibly how the leaves of the trees glowed with renewed vigor against the damp browns of the branches and trunks holding them up. The echoing exchange of birdsong shooting across the trees was pretty nice too, but at its best when accompanied by the scurrying of rabbits, squirrels or maybe the lucky sighting of bigger game. Cedric felt for the leather quiver and bow across his back, overtop his brown leather jacket, jerkin and white linen shirt. He smiled; maybe he’d get lucky. A cold gust of wind shook loose droplets of water from the leaves, giving a slight chill. He brushed a few stray strands of blond hair out of his face and behind his ear. Fragments of sunlight pierced through the forest canopy; he’d be out of White Arbor by midday.
By David Intrabartolo5 years ago in Horror
The Incident at Bushmaster Ranch
THE INCIDENT AT BUSHMASTER RANCH Some say it was the elevation, others say the clean air, all I know is they were among the best out there. People would come from all over the world to buy my Grandfather’s horses because they were the best. I remember spending summers as a young girl at my Grandfather’s ranch up in the mountains of Flagstaff Arizona. I remember his sprawling one hundred acre ranch like it was the back of my hand. All the nooks and crannies, all the hills, all the creeks that would vain through the land. I loved it there, and I loved my Grandfather.
By Brent Harris5 years ago in Horror
Red Wood
Grass swept above my calves, and it was so thick that it seemed to be begging me to stay. I grazed my fingers across the worn wood and felt the red paint chip off against my skin every so often. Memories flashed across my vision, and the breath I didn’t realize I had been holding in finally fell from my lips. I pulled the large door, and let it swing harshly into itself with a loud thud. Though it was pitch black I could make out every detail succinctly. It all looked exactly the same as it did that night twenty years ago. It was almost like I had never left, and the mere thought of it made dread tear through me so deeply I felt as though I’d regressed back to childhood.
By Vanessa Spruell5 years ago in Horror
Case 39 - A Movie Review
What are you so afraid of? She’s just an innocent little girl. Case 39 was released to theaters in 2009. In the fight to resolve one of her most recent cases, a social worker takes in a young abused girl. After some time, Emily wishes that she studied this girl’s story more before making this decision.
By Marielle Sabbag5 years ago in Horror
The Bath Road House
1968 Janet and I felt like prowlers as we drove through the upscale neighborhood. From the car, we admired what we could see of the homes. Each was set back from the main road, hiding behind thick coppices of trees and shrubbery. We glimpsed the slopes of their roofs through the clearings between the tree branches, and we whispered to each other as if the houses were sleeping giants that had eaten the people inside them.
By Shannon Yarbrough5 years ago in Horror
