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 Covenant of Blood. Content Warning.
The damp hung around Elias like a second skin. It oozed from the peeling wallpaper, a testament to forgotten floods and neglect, rising up from the dark stains on the floorboards like ghastly blooms. They called this room Number 66, but Elias figured it had long lost any real meaning, now just a vessel for his fading hope.
By Ashraf Almamlouk2 years ago in Horror
Fated Stalker
I sit on a lone bench in Thomasville Municipal Park, reminiscing about finally meeting gentle Freda as we were destined to. How soft her flesh had been as I’d held her in my arms and slid my blade into her beating heart. The way she had smelt of gardenia as I’d laid my head upon hers, and listened to her take her last breath. Softly, she had whispered no as she had weakly tried to pull away from my hard embrace. She hardly fought me, recognizing the futility of fighting a predetermined act. Carefully, I laid her out with the care of a mortician, leaving her cold body upon the altar of the church she had decided to hide in. I shivered as I remembered the sweet taste of her blood as I licked it from my knife, before putting it back up.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Horror
Fated
Everyone in the town of Thomasville knew Freda was as timid as a dormouse, but nobody could understand why. People just said she was high-strung as an infant and grew more overstrung the older she got. Everything made her jumpy as hell and she was always fidgeting with her mahogany brown hair as she looked over her slumped shoulders. She was just a big bundle of raw nerves, ready to take instant flight. She took everything as a dark, evil omen and would make the Sign of the Cross for no reason whatsoever.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Horror
Reparative Pal Program Six
That ‘girl’ from the group ‘therapy’ session that we had earlier today. ‘She’ had a patch on ‘her’ hospital gown like I did. The transgender pride symbol. Something I hadn’t seen in a positive way in quite a few months. One that people are trying to convince us of is the worst thing in the entire world despite history saying other otherwise. Anyways. I’m very sure that person was a young trans man they brought in a bit before me. It was shown to us on a television screen in the Rec room that they allow us in sometimes. Quite possibly five months or so. The memory of that young man’s face flashed in my mind. Some ‘concerned citizen’ had been the one to physically keep the ‘Wrong One’ in place while bravely calling the proper authorities. Or something to that effect. I’m not sure if I’m remembering the whole story that well.
By Raphael Fontenelle2 years ago in Horror
The Real Story of Grandpa’s the Spirit, Parts 1 and 2
Mateja Klaric posted an invitation for participants in a writers’ group on LinkedIn to share anecdotes about the oddest things that have occurred to them. Well, I’ve seen a great deal of unusual things, but this has to be the only one that delves into the area of the paranormal. At the time it occurred, I accepted what I saw as a ghost; today, as a somewhat more skeptical adult, I maintain that I have no explanation for what I witnessed. In any case, it remains a really unique memory. Here’s the story:
By QuirkTales2 years ago in Horror
Oak Hollow Daycare. AI-Generated.
Rachel didn't need a daycare job. At least, that's what she told herself as she scrolled past the job listing on her phone. She had been trying to make it as an actress for years, enduring countless auditions, getting close only to fall short. But life had a funny way of slipping up on you, and when the bills started stacking up faster than she could handle, she found herself on the hunt for anything that would keep her afloat.
By Forever Midnight2 years ago in Horror
