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 Void Beckons
I awoke covered in sweat. I didn’t bother turning my head to check the time; I knew what the time would be. Twenty-three minutes past four in the morning. The same dream waking me at the same time every single night since… since when? It felt like forever, but the real trigger point would have been… what? Did something happen?
By Dave Rowlands2 years ago in Horror
My New Worst Nightmare
With a sense of a sudden placement of events, I found myself as a child on my parents’ bed. The lights were off in the bedroom, but I could hear my parents just outside the open door watching TV in the living room. A yellow ray of light peeked through the entrance of the bedroom, just barely giving me the ability to see the room. My dog ran across the floor, rushing from one side of the bed to the other. I crawled back and forth with her playfully, when she stopped suddenly on one side of the bed.
By Rick Pension2 years ago in Horror
Oleander
In the deep, velvet folds of night, where shadows stretch and coil like serpents around our psyche, lies a realm unseen by waking eyes. It is a place where reality slips its chains, and the mind unfurls its wings to traverse the ethereal tapestry of dreams. Different cultures view dreams as spiritual messages, divine communications, or reflections of the unconscious mind, each interpretation adding to their enigmatic allure. Carl Jung believed dreams tapped into the collective unconscious, a vast reservoir of shared human experiences and archetypes, guiding us towards psychological growth. Dreams have fascinated me in this way, and so I began writing them down since the age of thirteen. Here, in the silken embrace of slumber, my consciousness drifts into a world, both familiar and strange—a haunting landscape that calls to me night after night. This particular event of dreams haunted me for the course of about a month or two. As always, I made sure to scribble these dreams down as soon as I woke up - edited later for you, dear reader, to better discern.
By H.M.Warden2 years ago in Horror
The Jungle Cafe
“I suddenly opened my eyes, sweat was dripping from my forehead and I was shivering with a cold wave passing through my spine, suddenly I guessed there was someone behind the white curtain.I could see his shadow, maybe an old-man.who was he?what did he want? I don’t know.”
By Seemab Gul 2 years ago in Horror
Shadows of Sorrow: The Haunted Legacy of Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum
Introduction The Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum, located in Phnom Penh, Cambodia, stands as a stark reminder of one of the darkest periods in modern history. Originally a high school, it was transformed into Security Prison 21 (S-21) by the Khmer Rouge regime between 1975 and 1979. Today, it serves as a museum dedicated to preserving the memory of the atrocities committed within its walls. Beyond its historical significance, the site is also reputed to be haunted by the spirits of those who suffered and perished there. This article delves into the history of Tuol Sleng and the chilling ghostly phenomena reported by visitors and staff.
By Kyrol Mojikal2 years ago in Horror
The Swimming Pool. Top Story - June 2024.
Clementine watched the sun swaying like a drunken dancer from the bottom of her parents' swimming pool. It was July: the slow, gold-colored time when the heat felt mean spirited, and the air felt thick with possibility. If she focused, she could hear the neighbor mowing his lawn. She could hear the drone of the cicadas and cars passing her parent's house on Magnolia Avenue, lent an almost otherworldly quality by the chlorinated water filling her ears. Clementine checked her watch. Seven minutes. She should have lost consciousness by now.
By Daniel Bradbury2 years ago in Horror
