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 Game Lord
Tom pulled up to a dilapidated mansion in his beat up old Civic. This place was over an hour drive from the city and looking at it sent shivers down his spine. Norman Gates, the host of his favourite show, “Close Encounter of a Ghostly Kind”, approached his car. Tom rolled down his window.
By D. A. Simon5 years ago in Horror
The Loneliest Girl
Maya ran her pointer finger over the worn creases of the letter on her lap. Though she had opened her mailbox to find the letter less than a month ago, she had folded and unfolded the piece of paper so many times it now appeared fragile and antique.
By Katie McNeill5 years ago in Horror
Blood Book
As Alan Corbett through the contract in detail, my eyes kept straying to the large, sealed manila envelope with my name hastily hand-scrawled on it. I barely absorbed anything Corbett was saying until I was finally asked to sign my name in full on the last page. My hand hovered over the line. I tried to think of my single mother who had worked three jobs to make ends meet and send me to school. She deserved this, didn’t she? Still, my eyes strayed back to the envelope. I would always wonder, guiltily, which it was that finally guided my hand into the familiar looping signature.
By Juliana Masseloux5 years ago in Horror
Manifesting A Maniac
“Be right there,” Daphne huffed, in an annoyed tone. She placed her cellphone down onto her nightstand alongside her pillowtop, platform bed. Her mother had called her name twice, and she knew she better hurry to see why she was needed. It was the two of them after all since her father had recently left her mother for his assistant, six weeks ago. Her mother was overly stressed and taking most of her frustrations out on Daphne.
By danielle williamson5 years ago in Horror
The Tethered Souls Of The False God
The house was stiflingly hot. A hot that prompts deep breaths to know there is air in the room, a hot that you think moving might relieve, only to encounter a resounding stiffness of the hot air. Mary-Beth lay on her twin mattress in the bare room, staring at the ceiling. A reality she was so adapted to there was little left to feel about it. She lifted her nude body from the sheet slowly and let her feet touch the wood floor of the old farmhouse. The floorboards were warm already. This is how she began her ritual. She spoke aloud as if Dale Fogs her bonded soul was still in this realm. “Good morning” came out of her mouth like a fastball, her voice echoing against the wood and plaster with no soft surface to catch it but the mattress. “Today I hope the sign is in the sky.” There was no one physically present to respond to the request. She looked out the window and saw the clear blue Colorado sky and the plains sprawling with grasses and tumbleweeds and dust. Despite her plea to the universe, she did not look to the sky. She would have to look out 3 times before she could expect a sign from him, and even then, it was possible she would see nothing today. In fact, the signs had all but ceased.
By Kelly Morris5 years ago in Horror
