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 Claw Machine. Top Story - January 2025.
She was passed out with a little black book beside her, when little Joseph decided to run away from home that day and go to the carnival. He tugged and tugged on mom's arms but nothing would wake her. Nothing at all. Feeling the anger in him well up he stomped and growled and said mother from a low aching voice that ached within his belly. Mother had been tired for days and she promised him they would go today because it was the last day and if they didn't go today the carnival wouldn't come back for a whole nother year! "MOM!" Why wouldn't she just get up? He kicked the beige sofa with his bare foot immediately feeling his foot radiating with an aching pain. "Darnit Martha!" Little Joseph mimicked his father, who had now been gone for thirteen days. The water had been off for one week and the lights had been off for two not that anybody was counting little Joseph would overhear his mom tell his aunt Lucinda. It was July and the big room was hot. Joseph shook his head. He wished something, anything was back to the way it was. He wanted his dad back. His mom didn't seem like she was there either. He wanted to eat something besides noodles. Nothing seemed fair right now. He spied some crumpled up dollar bills under the sofa where his mom was still sleeping, a few quarters too. Joseph wasn't really mad at his mom; he just wanted to get out of the house. He knew the way. He could go come back and she probably wouldn't even wake up by then.
By L.K. Rolan2 years ago in Horror
Reparative Pal Program five
While I ate, I tried to not overthink everything that has happened today. But without anything to distract me it was difficult. My brain wouldn’t quiet as I sat on that damned foam mattress. Eating food that was so bland and unsatisfying. At least so far it hasn’t hurt my stomach like the last meal I ate. Maybe it really did have to do with going from liquids to eating solid food again? If I had my phone, I would finally be able to look it up. Something that would also help keep me distracted from my thoughts. I wonder where my phone was put in a place like this. Maybe it’s in the administration office?
By Raphael Fontenelle2 years ago in Horror











