psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
Me and my Night Terrors
Let me start by saying this: I don't know if these are real, or if this is just my subconscious loving to stay awake! Throwing nightmare parties and the only one that's invited is me. Since the age of 13, I would have these vivid nightmares(which I will detail in coming stories) where I am either paralyzed from head to toe or endlessly getting mangled and mawed by Shelly and Mr Nails ( will get to them in the future) from hours on end. While all the while... Him, just stands over me... watching, staring, and orchestrating this symphony of torturing.
By Ian Griffith5 years ago in Horror
La Guillotine
There was a single window to the cell through which I watched the sun and the moon rise in rotation five times, guided between the iron bars. I spent most of my time watching those yellow and white balls being slung skyward in their cosmic juggle. The sky turns lilac and amber with burning yellow, and it wanes lavender and amethyst with gleaming white. It’s not that I’d never paid any attention before. Dead men, it seems, pay special attention to the heavens.
By Ryan Shulman5 years ago in Horror
Split-Room
Dear Lacey, It's a pleasure to be able to use a pencil again, a bothersome it can be, stuck in a room answering questions that were not even questions. The doctor kept showing me inkblots on white paper, explaining with undermining ease and with redundant questioning. I do not appreciate the tone when he does, acting as if I did not know what a Rorschach's Inkblot test is. While having seen many of these odd-looking images in many scholarly books, never did I felt like if I had a choice to say what it was. Honestly, I had difficulty answering the doctor's question: 'what does it look like to you?'
By Anthony Sotello Jr5 years ago in Horror
The Last Smile
I wait in the bushes next to the garage, hands trembling. The car pulls in and before the garage door closes, I slide in. He turns off the car and opens the door. I wait behind the car, waiting for the moment. He steps out and closes the door but before he can reach the door I drive a screw driver into his neck.
By Brian Lavalley5 years ago in Horror
Death Dreams
Have you ever had a dream that’s not just a dream. Something more, disguised as a dream. Something you could never forget. I have had plently. You see, as contrast to the inability to control my life, my dreams are mine to influence. I am always aware I’m dreaming, it’s strange. I can’t say I have ever had a nightmare. But there are those rare few that defy my will completely. I can neither wake or change the outcome. Forced to walk in the shoes of another; separate, but as one. This recollection is to be taken however you choose, if that be a reality of a insane man or entirely a fantasy...
By Jacob Smalls5 years ago in Horror
"Keys"
“Keys” “Mr. Bulluck, please sign here”, the bank teller asked. “Here”? replied customer Jackson Bulluck as he began writing his name. “May I have your key please”, the teller asked while unlocking the slight looking aluminum door blocking entry into the bank’s vault of safe deposit boxes. Bulluck handed the key to the woman and directed her with a wave of his hand to where his box was located.
By jason rummer5 years ago in Horror
Press Play >
An avatar in a black screen lured me in, and now we play for a soul. It’s like no game I’ve ever seen or been a part of. The more I experience, the more I learn, the smarter he gets. Before we met, I was just a boy living in a world that I was comfortable in. He introduced me to a hidden world. One where we could create as we go. Of course, I had no idea of this at first. Offerings of parties filled with booze and Mary Jane boosted my ego, disguised as confidence. Blinded by the women that it attracted, I was none the wiser of the false reality I was a part of. This avatar looked just like me to begin with, which made it harder to see what was to come. To me, it was just I, having the time of my life. A cloud of vanity dirtied the windows to my soul with each passing glance into my reflection. Those around me could see that I was in a transition away from the humble and pure home where I once resided. The grip on reality was slowly slipping from grasp.
By Will House5 years ago in Horror
At the Door
The office she'd made her near permanent home was never quite as soul sucking as people always told her it was going to be. She'd upgraded from a cubicle to a room in her own home the moment she knew it was an option. The privacy and comfort were both beautiful aspects of the upgrade. There was never perfect silence due to the way her keyboard clacked and clicked as she worked but she was always able to find some sort of enjoyment in the sound of progress. She had the freedom to blast out whatever music she wanted to, not having to worry about complaints or interruptions. It was beautiful.
By Ruby Locre5 years ago in Horror
DREAM JOURNAL
Hello dream journal, my name is Neko Kaur Tigress and this is my first dream from my fear of dolls. I was the oldest of my siblings, can't recall how old I was but in this 4 bedroom house that belonged to my grandparents were me, sister Kiran and our parents Manjit and Gurmit by a countryside in a villagelike town called Blackburn in Lancashire.
By Neko Tigress5 years ago in Horror
