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 Dead Man
I was driving on a country road on my way to a friend’s house. It was in the middle of the night and I was almost there. When I looked in my rearview mirror, I saw a strange figure in the back seat. I almost jumped out of my skin. I settled down and decided it was just a figment of my imagination so I just kept driving. Two hours later. I looked back once more. I saw the figure again, but more clearly this time. I could see that the figure was a middle-aged man. But that is all I could see of him. After that, I immediately pulled over.
Natalie C..Published 6 years ago in HorrorWhat Does Cannibalism Do to Your Body?
Cannibalism is one of the most universal taboos. Frowned upon in nearly every culture around the world (even if there isn't always a law on the books to punish this very specific act), cannibals populate the worst of our ghost stories and horror movies. From Sawney Bean and his clan in the hills of Scotland, to Hannibal Lecter in Silence of The Lambs, cannibals are everywhere.
Neal LitherlandPublished 6 years ago in Horror- Top Story - July 2018
5 'The Purge' Movies They Should Make Next
When I first saw The Purge, I thought pretty much what everyone else thought at the time. The premise put forth in this low-budget home invasion movie was way too good to be wasted on something so forgettable. Carnivale, but with machetes... man, now that would have been something worth watching.
Neal LitherlandPublished 6 years ago in Horror Pretty
18 is the age of beauty. My birthday, April 8, is the day I’ve been waiting for my whole life. On that very day and beyond, I get to become pretty. I get to wear makeup, pretty dresses, elegant shoes, all the things the pretty girls do. My whole life I’ve been called ugly. Of course, I take no offence to it. Everyone is called ugly until 18.
Awake
"Awake" I keep having this dream—well, nightmare. Well, it's hard to say, really. I guess it really is all a matter of perspective, when it comes down to it. But onto the recurring, well, whatever. I wake up, and I'm lost. I'm confused. I have no idea, in a way, where I am, and I am all alone. I mean, I'm not really all alone. My wife, my kids are there. My coworkers...well, they're not all in the room with me, but, well, what I mean is that in my dream, my wife is, normally, and sometimes one or both of my kids. But I wake up, and I look around, and everything scans normally. Completely usual. Par. For. The. Course. It IS my wife, my kids, who crawled in bed with me and my wife at some indeterminate point in the middle of the night. When, I can't recall, but I normally can't. It's my bed, our bed, our bedspread, that we bought seven years ago, when she had gotten tired of the last one. That's my TV, our TV, all of our's TV. It's all there, just as I left it when I went to bed. The same. But different. It's all a little off. Just enough off that I can't put my finger on it, that I'm left behind, unsure and underwhelmed by the difference, trying to label it as something real, or rather as some unidentifiable bit of potted meat or undigested potato or scuttling crab claw from the night before.
Adam PridemorePublished 6 years ago in HorrorThe Surface
Every breath I take pierces my lungs like a blunt dagger moving deeper into my body. “I’m running out of time.” I whisper, my words floating to the surface.
Not a Love Story
He's not sure when this will end or when it began. He knows he didn't love her when it began. Or maybe he did. Maybe the Fates knew that he did and it was they that compelled him to take her. They sing to him when they see someone new that they crave, but when he saw her they screamed in agony until his stomach was twisted into knots and it felt like a fire had begun in his chest. When he took her the flames still burned but he started to enjoy the pain, and the Fates hummed softly.
Stalker in the Woods
Island Creep I moved to an island on Lake Michigan for the summer. It’s a touristy area and you can make decent money in the summer and my aunt owns a bar and grill and motel so I figured why not? I just went through a breakup after a six-year relationship and have been battling issues with depression and anxiety for over a year now so I figured this would be a nice change of scenery.
Kristin JeaneenPublished 6 years ago in HorrorWho Are You?
Have you ever decided to pack your bags and leave, leave with no plan or thought of where. This has been the most compressed year I have ever witnessed. Heartbreaks, fall out and much more. It’s like this whole time my life has been a secret television show, with hidden cameras. All I’m waiting for now is someone to jump out and surprise me.
Molly KanePublished 6 years ago in HorrorMr. and Mrs. Jones
“Oh! You’re home early, Nancy.” “I know, I had an appointment. I’m feeling a little under the weather.” “That’s too bad. What did the doctor say?”
Amber LarkinPublished 6 years ago in Horror“Unheimlich YoU"
You woke up suddenly, startled and confused, groggy, as your eyes adjust to the bright shafts of daylight stabbing at your eyes. Daylight? What were you doing sleeping? Weren’t you supposed to be at class? What time was, is it? You pause to take in your surroundings, unsure of where, when, or why, or even where on campus you are. Rubbing sleep from your eyes, you realize you’re lying on green grass, freshly cut and finely manicured, and, off in the distance—the bell tower. As you ponder this, you stretch your neck, uncomfortable from sleeping on your own book bag.
Adam PridemorePublished 6 years ago in HorrorNormally Traumatized
Normally Traumatized Stop. Heart beats faster. Don’t be stupid. Wind picks up, blowing papers off the desk, swiftly landing on the floor.
Drew DoriusPublished 6 years ago in Horror