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
Annabelle could feel her heart pounding in her chest as her breath rasped out. A sharp stab of pain in her ribs made her randomly wonder why they called it a stitch in the side. It felt more like a hot fire poker. She snapped her thoughts back into disciplined order. There were much more pressing issues to deal with right now. The abomination charging after her was one of those more pressing issues. This one use to be a cat. She vaguely remembered a time when another one had been a dog and another had been a rabbit. Whatever kept doing this knew she loved animals and wanted to add insult to injury.
By Amalthea Turingourd5 years ago in Horror
I Can See It
You try to hide but I can see you. You’re in the shadows or you’re the shadow. I’m not sure what you are but you make the hairs stand up on the back of my neck, you’re the reason I always look back. Every time my back is turned I can feel your cold shadowy claws reaching for me. what do you want? Why are you here? What or who are you?
By collette_235 years ago in Horror
Depravity Knows No Limits
During Maggie's interview with Lucifer, Luc to his friends, in the new book The Fablecastle Chronicles, she asks for specific examples of human depravity resulting from the mutation he unleashed on Earth's inhabitants. His reply, "There is no limit to human depravity."
By The Wayward Witch5 years ago in Horror
The Dream Wood
I shot up straight and gasped for breath. I looked around and was more than a little confused by everything. I wasn't in my bed anymore, I'm in... A forest? I sat there and hoped this was a dream but once I felt the cool breeze I knew that would've been too good to be true.
By Nathan Leathers5 years ago in Horror
N/A
Myra's inbox was cluttered with numerous emails from various employment platforms. She had not received any substantial job offers in over a month. She was becoming borderline desperate and even cynical. The elusive promise of any supplemental income from the state didn't help the situation either.
By MICHELLE SHAAY 5 years ago in Horror
I am in his bubble, and he is in mine
"Oh, for God's sake!!" My pile of magazines go flying off the edge of the sofa, when I accidentally kick them with my foot. It's only a small annoyance, but it's one too many annoyances tonight. I reach to pick them all up, then re-position myself across the sofa, propped up with cushions, half sprawled and feeling fairly relaxed, considering.
By Karen Cave5 years ago in Horror
Beneath the Skin
I can remember the feeling of loss. The pain can brighten one’s life to a point where all you can do is just smile. I can see the moment so clearly, I was about ten years of age and I could picture my mother lying in her laced bed. She whispered to my father about something grave, but it seemed as if my father had no care. Her completion was becoming pale as if she had tasted poison. Few weeks flew by and my mother grew weaker, eventually dying. We had a funeral for her the following week. We had no relatives attend the funeral, for all had died by some 'disease'. During the burying of my mother, a tear dropped down from my eye as if the world had changed meaning. Looking up at my father I had seen a faint smile upon his face. I knew from then on I had no one to count on, not ever.
By Ghoulishtale Studios5 years ago in Horror
