psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
Overnight
“This is AT in the AM and you were just listening to Living on the Edge by Aerosmith. Speaking of the edge, what’s really out there? Virginia is one of the nation's most haunted states and we want to hear your stories. Have you had an experience that pushes the realm of reality? It’s just hitting 2:00 AM and we will start our search for the truth with your calls. Up next is Chopin’s Nocturne in C Minor.”
By Jonathan Ryder5 years ago in Horror
The candle and the knife
It was the chilly time of year where it was dark when Erin left for work in the morning, and dark when she left work to go home. She was already feeling the effects. Yawning as she got out of her car, she was too distracted by her fatigue and the darkness to notice what was out of place.
By Mimi Sonner5 years ago in Horror
Beyond The Bay Window
I stood in the middle of a spacious, inviting living room filled with various furniture around me. There was a couch a few feet in front of me, a pair of armchairs on either side of it, a book shelf against the wall to my left that was connected to the staircase near the entrance. I stared into flickering red and orange flames that danced within a fireplace of brown and beige stones. Above the mantle hung a painted portrait of a man in a black suit sporting a maroon tie, his brown hair cut short and styled. Grey eyes stared back at me. A crystal chandelier hung directly above me, warmly lit.
By Narady Nauch5 years ago in Horror
Through the Window
My name is Kyoko Watanabe, and this is the story of the worst day of my life. I honestly still remember it like it was yesterday. It was a brisk autumn evening and I was finally coming back home from work. I can still recall the crunch of the leaves under my heels and the breeze on my cheek. I went inside. I placed my shoes by the door. I hung my coat and purse. The things I did almost everyday. I called out to my husband, “Honey, I’m home!”, but received no response.
By Hernando Trevino5 years ago in Horror
When the worst happens
Anna wasn’t pretty in the conventional sense but there was something about the warmth and depth of her green blue eyes, and the smile that lit up her face, that drew people to her. She had a kind and compassionate nature that meant people found her easy to open-up to. On any public transport, she would inevitably be engaged by those sitting next to her and end up hearing all their tales of woe as she had a talent for empathetic listening. This wasn’t entirely within her comfort zone as she was naturally quiet and preferred her own company or that of her small, tight knit circle of friends. There was a vulnerability about her, likely emphasised by her shy nature, that meant men tended to want to protect her. They saw her kindness as weakness and worried that she would be easily taken advantage of. Those who knew her well, understood that she was not in need of protection. She was strong-willed and stubborn and she was resolute in her drive to fight injustice. Give her a cause to fight for and she was unstoppable.
By EthelBella5 years ago in Horror
Peephole
I don’t know why I became so obsessed with the peephole in my solid wooden door. It’s nothing special really, just a hole in a door on a street. An average street. My life is not exciting; I am an insomniac and an agoraphobic, so I am awake through the early hours and rarely go out. The last time was three weeks ago, and that was with a close friend by my side.
By Karen Cave5 years ago in Horror
