psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
Frozen Forest
The Cold swept around the forest carrying its chilly hand over every branch on every tree. Her long, wicked fingers ran through the leaves, leaving a layer of frost as her trademark. Below the frozen canopy and lying on a thick tree root, slept a young woman. Her breath created white miniature clouds in the air. The cold reached down and pressed her icy finger on the woman’s nose, breaking the dream that she was having.
Alexia MartinezPublished 6 years ago in HorrorSpectrophobia
I try to avoid mirrors, or my reflection to be more accurate, at all costs. It's just not for me and I don't quite understand why others spend hours looking into one, what do they see that I don't? Do they see the afterlife? A world unbeknownst to me? A world that I am forever forbidden to lay my eyes on or ever step foot in? It could be nothing. They could just be looking at narcissism himself, but how should I know? I don't see a damn thing. To be honest, I haven't looked in a mirror in ages, I've forgotten what I don't see. Maybe if I look, just once, I'll be able to see? No! I can't! Wait, what is this pain in my hand?
Justine LagosPublished 6 years ago in HorrorThe Car Crash
"You can't just buy a new house every time someone pisses you off, Bunny." My mother's words were ringing in my ear as the realtor handed over the keys.
Chelsea WinonaPublished 6 years ago in HorrorMultitude
We stand facing the street, feet sinking into the damp grass, toes curling around the blades, anchoring us within the well of wild magick threaded there, back to the small patch of forest in the neighborhood where our house sits.
Rhys B. CrabtreePublished 6 years ago in HorrorTangerine Lights
From the dim under the bathroom door she could only be certain of one thing. The tangerine light. She curled in the corner of that bathroom every night, ready. Ready for what, she wasn’t sure. But she curled her hands into balls and sat on them and waited, knowing the one thing she was sure about the tangerine lights. The only essence of color that wiggled its way into that bathroom, splashing all over the tile floor. She was shivering. The tile looked warm from the light but was cold and uninviting, hostile to the touch. The closer she moved toward the door the more of her exposed skin brushed the tile, raising the hairs on her neck.
Jordan BertramPublished 6 years ago in HorrorPremonitory Dreams Vs. Regular Dreams
Where do I start? I guess It all started when I was young. Dreaming... There are dreams that you feel awake, there are some that you suddenly wake up from because you feel like you're falling off of a cliff, to the nightmares, to the dreams that feel so real you can't tell the difference between real life and the dream itself, to the ones you can't run or punch anything when in a compromised position, to the ones that you know you're dreaming so you decide to be the bad ass you've always been but… slightly more dramatic I guess.
kaley holmesPublished 6 years ago in Horror'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 Horror