psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
A Shortcut to Money, Beauty and Fame
Desperation can make us do unimaginable things. This is what brought Rosie here, laid off, single, pushing forty, stepping off an hour-long bus ride into an affluent neighborhood. It’s the kind of place that doesn’t look like it would carry sinister secrets in alleyways, one with only posh cafes and fast-walking designer heels gracing the sidewalks. Her discounted coat from two seasons ago is screaming she’s an imposter. She knows she doesn't belong here—not yet, at least.
By Katey Taylor5 years ago in Horror
Giving In
The light was so bright, and for a moment she thought “Death shouldn’t be so blinding.” Then she blinked, in bed and very much alive while the dawning sky rose outside her window. Today was the day practice test scores were released. With the real Step 2 exam being so close your practice score was practically your exam score which more or less dictated your future as a doctor. Daela looked at the alarm clock and bolted up right. 7:30 glared menacingly back at her with its red face. She was late typically She and Rebecca were already on their way to school by this time.
By Jessie Long5 years ago in Horror
Bait
A man tied his shoes. The sky was bright. Cloudless with only a beaming sun shining down. The path before him swiveled for miles between trees of all varieties. He began to jog through the path. The occasional stone catching his eye. A few minutes later, a fallen tree blocked the path. The music in his ears driving him as he jogged faded for a moment as he climbed over the decaying beech tree in his path. He continued to run, no jog. At a steady pace, at a steady speed along the dirt path swirling like a maze.
By Joshua Curnew5 years ago in Horror
Can I Trust My Husband?
Today is my husband, Richard, and I's eight year anniversary. When you come to be in a relationship this long, those special days begin to just be a cute day date or dinner and drinks. We decided on the latter, but with all of our closest friends.
By Alyssa Sills5 years ago in Horror
A Constant Tug
A Constant Tug I’ve always had this rope tied around me; everyone else has one too. Some people think that the rope restricts us, but I have always had plenty of slack on mine and ample freedom to go all the way up to my knees in the ocean. Every once and awhile I see some little kid swimming, but that’s pretty rare. Most people can stand or sit on the beach, just a few feet away from the water’s edge. My parents and all the other adults cannot though. They can only get to a few streets away from the ocean, and occasionally ask me to tell them about it so they do not forget what it was like. I often wonder why their rope is shorter than mine or the other kids, but they don’t seem to mind all that much. It’s just the way things are.
By Tyler Hall5 years ago in Horror
Any Time
I’m in a bunker, on my own. It’s dark and damp, no more than the bare basics, even by 1915 trench-warfare standards. The outside world is a wasteland. As far as the eye can see is no man’s land, including the trenches themselves. None of this is a place for any man. Crows are the only inhabitants of the rancid cesspit between us and them - a world of dead trees, dead horses, dead land and dead men. The broken souls and tattered sanity of so many lay as thick as the mud under the fog which seems to seldom lift. Perhaps this is for the best, for what use is it to witness such a menagerie of lost life at every waking moment. From my cell in the trenches the most I see is the changing shades of grey light beyond the wooden door.
By Jamie Allen5 years ago in Horror
