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 Sacrifice
The full moon dons and illuminates the cold frosty ground. Every step that I make crunches and I see my footprints clearly in the grass. With every breath I draw I can see the vapor form. The cuts from my wrist bleed onto the ground and make a vibrant red impression in the frost.
Elijah TaylorPublished 6 years ago in HorrorThe King of Horror
Why do you fear the dark? It may seem childish, but everyone has that gut wrenching feeling in the dark, like you're being watched or something is creeping up behind you as you go up the basement steps. I personally have this feeling at times and I have no one else to thank but Michael Myers. He is the horror icon everyone fears. What makes him so terrifying? Is it his mask, or his giant kitchen knife? It's his persona.
Garrison SpanglerPublished 6 years ago in HorrorThe Darkness
I start to process the events of the night before. Somehow, the forest calls to me. I toss and turn in my bed, unable to rest. When I do awake, I awake abruptly and crudely.
Elijah TaylorPublished 6 years ago in HorrorA Watchful Eye
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. However, the eye that follows me gave me my soul. Since I was a child I have seen the golden green eye everywhere. The crack of my door, the slit in the wall, it is everywhere.
Laurin AndersonPublished 6 years ago in HorrorDangerous Delivery
I used to work as a driver for FedEx. You never really think of a delivery job as being dangerous aside from dog attacks or getting into an accident, and I can count on one hand how many times I’ve been attacked by dogs.
Merlin CrossPublished 6 years ago in HorrorHow Horror Films Haunt Us
Note: In preparation for the following text and to learn in the most effective way, I would recommend you watch The Shining (1980) if you haven't done so already as it will be frequently referred to in the article.
Annie KapurPublished 6 years ago in HorrorSleep Paralysis
I had recently started taking a new medication, and it had only been about a week since I started it. I remember I went to bed and I usually put some relaxing/meditation videos on my phone to help me sleep. After I fell asleep, I started having this dream that I was in my childhood bedroom. I tried to look around, but I couldn’t move my head. Eventually, after trying to move for a minute I was able to move my arms and my head, but everything felt heavy. It was difficult to lift my arms and I could only move my head slowly. I managed to look to the other side of the room but everything was so dark. I tried calling for my parents, but my voice only came out as a whisper. I managed to roll myself out of bed and onto the floor. I tried to drag myself across the floor to get to the door and the light switch, but it was very difficult. It seemed like the door kept getting farther and farther away. I managed to get to the door and when I tried to stand, I couldn’t. I reached up and grabbed the doorknob to pull myself up enough to turn the light on. No matter how many times I flipped the switch, the would not turn on.
Rachel BerryPublished 6 years ago in HorrorNeighbours (Part 4)
6PM I've been laying on my bed, fiddling with my hair for the past hour, with the words 'human meat' still imprinted in my brain. Could that be the real reason for her distress, or is it quite simply a product of my imagination? While these ideas circle my head, Roy's apartment experiences a loud thud which indicates he's back. I look at his dimly lit room and indeed, there he is, holding a plastic bag with some clear, empty bottles. I stand upright and see him leave for the bathroom, taking the glassware with him. He soon reenters the room with these filled up to the top, and I begin to wonder what they contain. Is it water? I wouldn't think Roy is that simple of a man. Without a previous warning, he throws it on top of the lifeless girl and lights up a single matchstick. Her body is in flames, as if she was in a Viking ritual, biding one last goodbye to this world on a bed rather than a luscious ship. I feel sorry for her but not necessarily bad. Roy is still holding the bottle, watching her body disintegrate under red, beautiful flames. He then pours what appears to be water over her corpse and the fire is soon extinguished.
Eugenia MorenoPublished 6 years ago in HorrorThe Figure
As a kid, I had a very active imagination and I daydreamed a lot. But who didn't as a kid, right? One early morning I saw something I still can't explain till this day. The year was 1996 and it was the summer, my siblings were gone this particular night. Which is weird, because stuff like this always happened when they weren't around to see.
Travis JohnsonPublished 6 years ago in HorrorNeighbours (Part 3)
7 PM I sit there mortified, afraid that he may have seen me watching his every move. He may come after me. However, despite his crime, I still do not reject him entirely and I feel dreadful about it. What is wrong with me? Have I really become that desperate? I decide to phone one of the only few friends who still stand by me.
Eugenia MorenoPublished 6 years ago in HorrorSleep Paralysis
Night Terrors The corners of the room create a shadow, while my night-light illuminates the room just enough to see my sinister nightmare. He stares down at me, towards the end of my bed. His cold shadow just stands there, with no movement, and the only sound made is his heavy breathing. Two steps are made to the left. My eyes never leave his body. With a fast movement, he cocks his head to his right. I realized that I wasn’t breathing, I couldn’t. My tears form and flow down my fearful face. I try moving, running away, but the fear pulls me under. He’s closer, breathing against my wet face. His smile appears from his concealed face as he roars with laughter. The man’s facial features appear; half of his face is burnt away, and the other half is torn with blood running down, while his teeth are perfectly straight and pure white. The man jumps on top of me and I try to scream, but nothing comes out.
Alexandra BlomPublished 6 years ago in HorrorNeighbours (Chapter 2)
9 AM I wake up and realise it's Saturday. I must have fallen asleep watching my new neighbour draw, his pencil maniacally tracing the paper. I wonder what he's created. However, when I look up to stare at his open window I see that he's left. His room remains exactly as he had left it, with that lab coat sitting on the hanger waiting to be worn. Is he really a doctor or just pretending to be? Perhaps he likes to think he can save lives when he's really just an artist. I don't know and I'd like to say that I do not care but something about him is intriguing and, frankly, attractive. Am I falling for a stranger despite my husband leaving me not so long ago? Maybe, and it feels rather bizarre. I see the wine glass, staring at me with its shiny surface rather accusingly. Why did I drink? I shouldn't have but I still did. My head hurts a little but the sound of children screaming diverts my attention from my own sorrows. There I see my neighbour's children, laughing and jumping even though they have just woken up. I envy their energy and wonder if that is one of the reasons why he left me. The tedious routine which our life had become without barely any contact or intimacy in our lives. Simple arguments which were never resolved and the guilt I felt for not being able to make him happy. I stand up suddenly as I cannot bear to think about past times. Those are gone and I moved here for a good reason. I decide I should go out for a walk, perhaps stop by a bus station where perhaps I'll get to meet my new neighbour as he heads somewhere in town. Or, instead, I should put on my gym gear and head to the local gym in the hopes of finding him there. I don't know, but I must head out.
Eugenia MorenoPublished 6 years ago in Horror