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 Door Within
"There was only one rule: Don't open the door." But why? I ask myself. I am already here. Who would know? I stand, the beating of my heart growing louder and louder as my hand trembles, as if it had a mind all its own...inching toward the cold bronze, metalic knob upon the old, cracked wooden door.
By Lillian Casiano2 years ago in Horror
Resolution
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. My breath comes and goes, chaotic, like the tempest raging outside. One crumpled hand forcibly grips the pipe, the other holds the wound in my stomach. I stifle my grunts at the waves of pain while lighting flashes outside.
By Michael Bradshaw2 years ago in Horror
Behind the Metal Door
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. That’s what Sara Mitchell said. Josh looked at it with curiosity. “Ok Miss Marchell.” Saras son looked up at Josh as his mother walked out the door. “Wanna play basketball on the Xbox?” “You ready to get beat?” Steve, his babysitter said “Yeah right! I’ll kick your butt.” Josh looked at the closed door again, it was metal, it looked heavy. He wondered what was behind it. A secret lab? A server room and Miss Marchell was actually a secret agent? He shrugged it off and got back to the game. A few hours later, “Go brush your teeth and get into bed bud.” Josh said Steve yawned and walked to the bathroom. A few minutes later he came out, said goodnight, went into his room and hopped into bed. Steve sat on the couch and looked for a movie to watch but that door was still on his curious mind. He walked up to the door and looked at it for a bit “Nope, don’t open it.” The door was locked but his father was a locksmith and taught him how to pick a lock at the age of 10. “What would it hurt to take a little look; she’d never know.” He got out his lockpick set, it took him a while to pick it but he did. He had to push the door with a lot of strength to open it. He looked inside but it was empty. “Is there some invisible technology in here?” He walked in and all of a sudden, his head started hurting, a few seconds later he walked out the door and closed it with an evil laugh and smile.
By Robert Kegel2 years ago in Horror
My One Rule
There was only one rule: Don’t open the door. I asked them nicely. I pull another nail from the pile. It’s always the young ones who don’t listen. I hold the nail and slam the hammer down on its head. They think they’re bigger and better and stronger. Slam. That the rules don’t apply to them. Slam. It was my one rule for staying in my little house. My little rental. Slam. Slam. But they never listen.
By CrashdLanding2 years ago in Horror
Temptation. Content Warning.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. I’ve never been so tempted to break a rule in my life. I’ve been watching her every night for months now. This ain’t my first guard detail, but it's my favorite by far. How could it not be?
By Altum Veritas2 years ago in Horror
Mindfeeder. Runner-up in Spooky Micro Challenge.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. The specimen writhed and coiled. Small, spineless and limbless. Harmless. It lay in a sample dish, inside a clean room, behind a door which was hermetically, biologically and radiologically sealed.
By Addison Alder2 years ago in Horror
Journey Through the Door. Top Story - October 2024.
There was only one rule: don't open the door. I have seen that door since I was a child. It haunts my dreams, but my grandmother warned me of the danger it presented. I never understood what she meant since she never elaborated on the dangers. My thought was she had gone through it at some point and knew firsthand. My feminine intuition told me to forget the door, but my stubbornness drove me to the threshold. I stared at the wooden surface, trying to sense what was beyond. I grabbed the handle and opened the door a crack and peeked through it. Seeing the same clearing I stood in I opened the door further and stepped inside. Everything seemed normal and I wondered why my grandmother warned me of the door. When I turned to go back through the door it was gone. I dismissed its nonexistence and walked home. On my way home I ran into my neighbor who always asked me out, but this time he just politely acknowledged me and went about his way. I found it curious but didn’t think too much about it. Moments later, outside my door, Katrina from next door approached me. I kicked myself for forgetting I was hosting lunch today, but she merely asked for my help as she caressed my arm. I stared at her hand as she touched me and wondered why she was flirting. I let it go as I responded that I needed to freshen up first and she happily returned to her place. I opened my door and the odor that greeted me was off somehow, but I rushed to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and my flowing hair and feminine features were replaced by a stern looking masculine face and screamed.
By Colt Henderson2 years ago in Horror
