psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
'Long Lost'
Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. My heart starts to race again, synchronized to the rhythm of the boots. Sweat beads poured down my face and into my eyes. I'm scared. I start to feel lightheaded. The sound came back to surface. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom—silence—the boots came to a halt and everything went dark.
Ciara SaucierPublished 6 years ago in HorrorUnforgettable Nightmares
We all have those kinds of dreams and nightmares we can't forget. Now those ones that you wake up from and hear yourself catch your breath and shoot straight up from—those may stick with you for life. Some of those nightmares can continue when you're awake. Now some very vivid and descriptive nightmares I've had I can still remember from about four years back, and they are quite scary. One night it was when I was working at an amusement park so it happened to be Disney at that time. I was a night guard on watch with a big screen in front of me.
Alex WyntrePublished 6 years ago in HorrorWhy I Hate Sleeping
When I tell people I hate sleeping, they are generally shocked by this confession. And to be fair, I can see where people are coming from. Our society and societies around the world love sleep. A time to rest, relax, and dream of new worlds. People find sleep to be one of the few undisputed pleasures this world has to offer, but I don't experience sleep as much of the population may seem to.
Gustavo AguilarPublished 6 years ago in HorrorTrapped
The days go by in a blur, they blend together like paint. One day its orange, but then the other day which is blue, blends in with the orange. Making it a different color and a different day, she doesn't realize I'm here. She goes through the days oblivious to my existence, before the darkness faded from her life she knew I was here. Ashlyn knew I was here because I protected her from the bad things. When the darkness was in her life, I had to protect her from it, she could only trust me, but then the light came. The light came to her in a blue suit and a badge; the light took her away from the darkness and into a brighter life. As the light grew, I began to fade away. Ashlyn forgot about me, stored me away in the back of her mind along with the other dark things. "Hey, Ash! Are you still coming to my party tonight?" The sound of her new light speaking causes me to stir.
Jinx CiprianoPublished 6 years ago in HorrorThe Magdalene Message
I had to spend years in my own darkness before gazing into her smiling hazel eyes, eyes which had seen the beauty and the horror of events which had taken place nearly two thousand years ago.
John ThomsonPublished 6 years ago in HorrorShe's Darryl's Harp
The key to survival isn't just in tactics. It also lies in persistence and in innovation. Without persistence there is no will to survive. Without innovation there is no hope! I can smell the weak. Rather, I can smell when someone has no will to live, no true survival instinct.
Khajsan MacdonaldPublished 6 years ago in HorrorDéjà Vu
Have you ever had a déjà vu moment in your life? Well, I've had multiple and sometimes these moments give me the shivers! As far as I can remember, I think I was a teenager when I began experiencing these déjà vu events. It all began when I was living with my older sister. She owns a condominium on the second floor of a quiet community. Below her on the first floor lived an elderly couple. My sister met this couple when she first moved in years before my mom and I moved in. Eventually we were introduced and got along well. This couple would tell us stories like if we were their own children. It was such a comfortable feeling that I would get from them and made me look at my future differently. As time passed, my family and I noticed that the ambulance would keep coming back to elderly couple's home. Of course we weren't in any position of interfering with their personal lives. Until we met a lady, a nurse who was hired on behalf of the grandchildren of the couple. The nurse told us that the wife was very ill and on her deathbed. We were all in state of shock, we weren't expecting anything like this to happen. But within the end of that year, the wife passed away. Sadly, the husband continued his life grieving the death of his long-time wife. It was very hard based on some things the nurse would share with my family. This man eventually became terminally ill. He developed prostate cancer at the age of 86. His health began failing since.
Karina LizettePublished 6 years ago in HorrorSeparation
Thomas thought the reminders would help. The scent of crisp pine, snowfall, and brisk winter winds. The visionary blanket of frosted green as he took in the mountains from the overlook. The feeling of complete isolation in the center of a world that revolved around constant communication. He thought he could handle it, but he was wrong.
Tess PlonaPublished 6 years ago in HorrorSamaritan
The first thing he noticed was the cold. The air hung over him, motionless and icy. He felt the stiffness in his joints before he even had a chance to move his body. A thick cloud of drowsiness filled his head, making it hard to keep his eyes open on his first attempt at assessing the scene around him. An alarmingly sharp pain pierced his chest as he moved to sit up. Agony wracked his torso and he was sent gasping back down onto the linoleum. Breathless, he blinked rapidly, fighting to clear the blurriness from his eyes. The center of his chest stung with a pain that radiated from his sternum, and he wrapped his arms around himself as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. He was in a strange room—a long, rectangular space with high ceilings and fluorescent lights that flickered every so often, casting jumping shadows against the plain, bleached walls. A few chairs and tables were strewn about; some carelessly knocked over as if a group of people had hastily fled, and some set up in neat lines with clean metal chairs pushed in neatly around the rectangular tables. He opened his mouth and tried to speak, his lips moving soundlessly as he tried to work up the energy to call out.
Bailey JohnstonPublished 6 years ago in HorrorWe All Watch the Classics...
Yea, yea, yea... Black and white... Psycho... Thriller.. Horror? So, do we treat these masterpieces the way they deserve to be treated? Here's a little overview of all the details I find significant in Hitchcock's signature style of filmmaking (in close reference to Vertigo).
Regina FalangePublished 6 years ago in HorrorA Late Night Meal
I took a seat by myself in the mostly empty diner. It was late, past midnight, but not to the point of early morning just yet. I had gotten off of work early and figured I would treat myself to something at least half decent.
Hope
There, standing in his study with a fire throwing his shadow behind him onto a wooden plank floor beneath him, books in the stacks surrounding him, standing over a dark, wooden table like a sad bishop over an altar. Stately, silent, staring into the blackness of his cup of coffee that laid on the table. It seems to reflect a truth his eyes deny. Tulle Mason is his name, a man of sixty who has deep but sparse wrinkles that contour his face with deeply ash-filled, brown eyes. His hair is slicked back and holds reminders of his black past while also being sprinkled with this ever-graying future. Dressed in a three-piece black suit with a white vest and untied, gray bowtie.
Taylor YoungPublished 6 years ago in Horror