psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
Ruda
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. That was the rule that was given to Andrea Marsh, a reporter who was interviewing police captain Regina Mendez, who gained a lot of acclaim for taking down a massive bank robbing ring. The group consisted of two men and two women and was led by a mysterious masked criminal simply known as "La Reina." The cohorts were all arrested with the exception of La Reina, who has been in hiding since the arrests.
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 years ago in Horror
4,383 Days. Content Warning.
There was only one rule: don't open the door. I trusted him with everything to keep us safe, and he always held up his end of the bargain. Our children are my everything, and even though they've never felt the sunshine on their faces, we can all feel okay knowing that Daddy has our backs.
By Ashley Lima2 years ago in Horror
Mommy Dearest
There was one rule: don’t open the door. Pain swirls in my stomach as I attempt to keep the vomit down. Sweat slick across my upper lip and a tremble in my hand as I reach for the doorknob. Mama’s voice shrieks from beyond the grave, don’t you fucking open that door, Myra. I pinch my eyes shut as though it will force her out of my mind. I want to scream back, but an invisible hand clamps down around my throat.
By Justine Seifert2 years ago in Horror
Living Doll's Smile
Amelia had always been captivated by old, antique dolls, with their porcelain faces and glass eyes. During a visit to an old curio shop, she stumbled upon a peculiar doll resting on a dusty shelf. Its yellowed lace dress, cracked porcelain skin, and a faint but unsettling smile drew her in.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD 2 years ago in Horror
Dreadful Voice
Aisha found herself by herself in the old family mansion late one night, with the wind howling outside. The air was cooler and the shadows appeared heavier than usual. She gave herself a tight hug as she shuddered. She was bothered by the voice, not by the cold.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD 2 years ago in Horror
They Have No Language
There was only one rule: don't open the door. That was what I was told when I first joined the project team in the high arctic. They had found a door, deep underground, at the base of an ancient city, and had excavated and explored in all directions around it, but had not yet dared open it, and by rule, none could. I asked the expedition leader about it on my second day. He went silent for a moment, bowed his head, then looked me straight in the eyes and said. "At its base our world, at least our understanding of it is restricted to what we can describe with language. The rules of grammar define what we can do with language and thus those rules define what the world is for us." He paused for a moment, and I interjected. "Okay Professor Wittgenstein, I get it. Next you are going to tell me about language games and the private language argument. What does that have to do with the door and the rule about not opening it?" He stared at me silently, no laugh nor even a smile at my remark. "The things which live behind that door have no language, they have no grammar, thus they have no world, not really, at least not a world we could understand. If they were to find their way into our world all would be lost. We inhabit a world comprised of rules, including the one about the door." I thought for a moment then asked "What about on their side? What's to stop them from opening it from their side? Do they have the same rule?" The leader's face grew even grimmer and darker as he replied "Remember what I said. They have no language. What do you think?"
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Horror
The Saint George . Top Story - October 2024.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. The building was old and in dire need of countless repairs, but the rent was cheap and I desperately needed to find a new place to live. The priest who recommended moving promised me that the paranormal activity would end. It didn’t. It made it worse.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Horror
Backdraft. Content Warning.
There was only one rule: don't open the door. My daughter insisted, adamantly tapping her foot, arms outstretched a mile, blocking my every attempt. The babe, the child, mine, rolling her hazel eyes, flipping her long beaded hair, all with that added aries flare.
By Marilyn Glover2 years ago in Horror
