psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
DARK MATTER
I wake up and with my eyes still shut, a long warm breath leaves my body with its shallow sound echoing through my head like a raspy whisper. The sound is somewhat haunting but I find relief in its chilling resonance, it lets me know that I am still alive, still breathing. My breath still trekking its way from my lungs to my throat and out my mouth into what my tightened, bumpy skin tells me is a cold world, comes to a sudden halt. I know something is wrong when I feel a warm, moist current flow, in the same way, my breath did, onto the skin of my face and it radiates down to my neck and shoulders.
By Jonathan Visagie4 years ago in Horror
The Noise
Boom! The sound echoed throughout my 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom studio apartment. It sounded as if a nuclear bomb had been let off. The entire building shook, a bright red light came from the sky then it everything went silent. Not a normal silence, but that eerie silence that you see in movies that make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. It didn’t last for any longer than a minute. I hopped out of my bed as quickly as possible and ran straight to the window. Everything outside looked normal. I scurried back into my bedroom , frantically searching for the remote so I could watch the news.
By Raven Terry4 years ago in Horror
The Marked Man
In the dark corner, I sit, looking out at the world’s inhabitants with one eye open. If only it were so simple as to go out among the people and cherish the ever-fleeting glimpse we perishable souls have of life, but nothing is ever as simple as we pretend it to be. Sooner or later, it all succumbs to something. The flood will rise and fire will drop from the sky. It’s coming, I know it. And so I sit and wait to stand up from this chair and commit my inevitable deeds when the time comes.
By Noah Lloyd4 years ago in Horror
The Family Tree
A carcass of metal and scrap lay silent. Green nature snuffs out the structure covering its lifeless walls with life. A tree stands powerfully in the middle of the ruins. Its branches and roots hug the structure like a mother embracing her child. The tree’s leaves sing a lullaby in the wind as its branches sway back and forth, lovingly caressing the surrounding wilds. Patches of flowers create figures from mounds of earth. The flowers of every color imaginable surround the tree with admiration as she opens up her leaves to let beams of light softly kiss their petals. Dark clouds slowly crawl across the sky blocking the rays nutrients. Rain begins to quietly fall first hitting the tree and then rolling off the leaves and branches like tears. The tears land atop the flowers and the rest of the surrounding wilds, quenching their thirst. Faint whispers come from the tree’s trunk emitting ghostly memories. Rain continues to drip and run down the tree as if it softly weeps for the past and nurtures the present.
By Steven Petrella4 years ago in Horror
Glass Nightmares
The Girl’s eyes opened, and she groaned. There was a… wetness around her, and a sharp, almost unbearable pain in her arms. Blinking a few times, she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes with her left wrist, and let out a small, strangled cry of pain as something pushed deeper into her wrist. The wetness lingered at her eye, and she tried to blink it away, but it only irritated her eye further. Struggling to sit up, The Girl found she’d been laying on the ground, in a small puddle of blood, and a much larger field of shattered glass.
By Kirsten Leah4 years ago in Horror
The trip
I ran. its all I could do I this point He was coming. It was coming and there is nothing I can do about it. The forest is tall like a man but acts like the devil. The tress shield their faces away from me too scared to see about what's going to come. The forest was a complex place, full of vines and roots which twist and turn in all different ways. The tress shield their faces away from me too scared to see about what's going to come they hide their oak layer and replace it with mother natures mask. They wail for something, anyone, to come and protect their from the curse and cruelly of the forest but the forest isn't from a fairly tale so no one came to save them. The animals of the forest run away from the pain which laid there, waiting for them to fall for it, like they always do in the spell of hopelessness. The forest wasn't always filled with this curse, It was once filled with light and the goodness we all have in us but sometimes we all don't get our happy ending and the curse will be waiting to come and rain over us like pollution in the sea. Much like the pollution in the sea, The forest kills any or every source of light and live in it in a slowly mental way. I couldn't stay anymore i need to leave. i climb my way of out that forest and my eyes land on a dock? why would there be a dock next to a forest?
By Chelsea Gilliatt4 years ago in Horror
Scrutiny
"This is all a test" He looked over at me while his words of wisdom rang through my ears. I stared at the ground, my eyes full of disbelief, I couldn't seem to wrap my head around it all. I could feel the knot in my stomach burning, the confusion clouding my judgement and the uneasiness suffocating all common sense that I had left. I looked up in his direction, seeing him standing there, the slight breeze moving through the trees making the leaves dance behind him. He continued "Temptation is standing at your door, to ruin everything you've built" he paused for a moment, but then said "Or maybe it's a new opportunity, waiting to finally be pursued." Our eyes locked then, I couldn't bring myself to break away from his gaze, his dark, almost black eyes that stared into mine as my mouth opened to speak, but no words seemed to come out. He could see that I was struggling, battling my own mind at what the truth could possibly be. He could tell I was breaking and he enjoyed every moment of it. "It is something that has been put before you, once again." He had no expression upon his face, but I could hear the sternness in his voice "If you do not pass this... then you weren't ever ready to begin with and the same thing will be repeated, only to test you once more and you will continue to hurt those around you." I felt a weight in my chest crushing every ounce of hope that remained and he knew it. But something about the words he spoke cut through me like a knife, something just didn't feel right, no matter the amount of truth in which he spoke as he said "I know you feel an uncomfortableness, a pain because you know it's wrong and you know exactly what you need to do. The question remains though, if you will truly bring yourself to do it. But no matter what you choose, I will forever stand by you." I looked away from him then, I could feel the tears flooding my eyes, and the anguish tearing at my heart "But why now?" I whispered and pleaded. He continued to watch me fall apart, a slight chuckle escaped his lips as he responded "Because they know you may have found your happiness and the world wants to take that from you." I could feel the sudden sense of betrayal rush through my veins, the sadness that then turned to anger as I shrieked "Don't you do this to me!" That's when he smiled... that iniquity filled smile. I fell to my knees then as the tears ran down my face as I gasped "Please..." He knew he was winning and that I was crumbling to a mere pile of rumble. The smile never left his face then as he responded "Oh, my dear, you have so much to learn." I could see him hold his head up high at that point, and even though there was no life within his eyes, they somehow beamed with so much manipulation and power. He turned to walk away then, because he felt as if he had corrupted my thoughts and the deed had been done. Whilst listening to my suffering, I screamed one last cry, as I grabbed the ruffled surface of the earth within my hands. I looked up to watch him leave, no longer within sight, I unclenched my hands, as the dirt fell between my fingers, the desperation on my face slowly fading; only to be left with a deceptive smirk upon my face as I whispered "Two can play at that game."
By Reagan Jensen4 years ago in Horror
My Stalker
These kinds of stories often give us a thrill. We read books/articles and watch movies about this very thing. It is entertaining... until it happens to you. Don't get me wrong, there is some part of me that still finds this topic interesting to read about, but it took me a while to get back to this point.
By Evie Sinclair4 years ago in Horror