psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
HAUNTED RESTURENT
SOME FRIENDS ARE IN RESTURENT FOR DINNER... Once upon a time, in a small town nestled deep in the mountains, there was a renowned restaurant known for its delicious and unique cuisine. The restaurant was named "The HAUNTED HOUSE" and was said to be haunted by three real ghosts. The first ghost was a woman named Lillian, who had been a chef at the restaurant before her untimely death. She was known for her exceptional culinary skills and was rumored to still roam the kitchen, ensuring that every dish was prepared to perfection. The second ghost was a young boy named Tommy, who had been a waiter at the restaurant. He was said to have a mischievous personality and loved to play pranks on the guests, making glasses of water spill or doors mysteriously close on their own. The third ghost was a mysterious figure known only as the "Specter of the Cellar." No one knew much about this ghost, but strange noises and cold drafts were often reported coming from the restaurant's cellar.
By FinPetrol7772 years ago in Horror
Oneirodynia. Top Story - June 2024. Content Warning.
“And you’ve had the same nightmare for eight years now?!” “No, not really. The theme of my nightmares had always been the same, but the gruesomeness of it increased over the years,” explained Haydari. “Okay, spill everything! I can’t believe that you’ve never told me about this!” Calista was incredulous. Haydari dreaded this moment. She had never confided in her best friend, let alone anyone, or even sought professional help because she didn’t even know how to talk about something like this. Her nightmares had gotten so bad over the years, which caused her to lose a lot of sleep. Her chronic lack of sleep had rendered her incompetent at work, and she got fired today. She called Calista up and went straight to her house to vent. “I know, I know, and I’m sorry for keeping it from you. Okay, I’ll spill, but heads up, you might find these nightmares gross and very disturbing,” warned Haydari. “There is nothing that I would judge you for, especially for something that you have no control of.” Haydari sighed and shrugged, “Oh well, if you say so. The first of these nightmares that I can remember vividly was of me eating an ice cream at the mall, and I saw the lifeguard drowning. Don’t ask me how he was drowning at the mall, but he was and I wanted to help him.” “Okay, go on,” Calista prompted as she saw the hesitation in Haydari’s eyes. “You were there and I told you to hold my ice cream, but you refused because you claimed that the ice cream was made with breast milk and you didn’t wanna touch it.” “Sorry, but what milk?” “Breast milk. You know, like the milk from the breast of a woman.” “I know what breast milk is!” Calista was repulsed by this revelation, but she didn’t show it, “So what happened after that?” “I turned to look at the ice cream man from whom I bought the ice cream. There were so many women squirting their milk into jugs and handing them to him. He would hit them hard if they slowed down. “When I woke up, I was so grossed out. I couldn’t eat ice creams ever since. I couldn’t even look at pregnant or breastfeeding women the same anymore!” “So that’s why you don’t eat ice creams! I knew that you were not lactose intolerant so I assumed you were mentally retarded because who in their right mind wouldn’t wanna eat ice cream?!” Calista guffawed at her own joke. Haydari rolled her eyes. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” Calista grinned sheepishly, “So, from then onwards, you’ve been dreaming about ice cream daily?” “Oh no! The theme of my recurring nightmares is breast milk and it’s always so disturbing. It came to the point where I was so afraid to go to sleep but I had no choice. I would always wake up perspiring though, at 3.00 a.m.” Calista looked up at the clock on her wall, “Would you look at that? It’s 3.00 a.m.!” Haydari knew that it wasn’t 3.00 a.m. She could see that it was still bright outside Calista’s windows.
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 years ago in Horror
Jaguar Wright and the Zombie Apocalypse. Content Warning.
RealLyfe Productions asked Jaguar Wright about her weapon of choice in a Zombie apocalypse. We are already in the Zombie Apocalypse - 1:02:53 - The weapon of choice is being in one's right mind. Next voice, hands, and feet. Desired Extensions: Machete (Ogun Symbolism)
By Denelsia Walker2 years ago in Horror
An Adventure Through Hell. Top Story - June 2024.
Emaciated arms covered by the tiniest bit of flesh capture me, holding me close to its decaying form. Gnarled and thin fingers pull my dark hair. Screams of anguish surround me, somehow reverberating from the empty chasm. I punch and watch as bits of grey flesh disintegrate into dust. Scratching at the caverns where its eyes should have been, I could only hope for an end to this hell. The sounds of torment continued, assaulting my ears with one tremendous roar.
By Isabella Rose2 years ago in Horror
“Why is that the consensus—It just started out of nowhere. Why won’t you believe me?!” . Content Warning.
I couldn’t help my training. Garth was a walk-in at first, seeing my door during his lunch hour, and then came back an hour later after I got an end-of-the-day cancellation. He called his sudden ailment just shy of an emergency room event. The full nights of sleep he was accustomed to hadn’t changed; however, he exclaimed that it was now becoming part of the problem. Also, he tried St. Elizabeth’s ER first and was quickly turned away as they disagreed. I was inclined to agree with them; he didn’t seem the dramatic type to fabricate trauma for attention. Like all my patients, I made him start from the beginning.
By Willem Indigo2 years ago in Horror
Echoes of the Forgotten
Echoes of the Forgotten In the curious, failed-to-remember town of Ravenswood, where time appeared to stop, stood an old, frail manor known as Blackwood House. Deserted for a really long time, the manor had an evil standing. The locals murmured stories of scary events and odd vanishings, cautioning outcasts to remain away. However, the house's dull appeal demonstrated that it was excessively enticing for some.
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Horror
Shadows of the Past. Content Warning.
Shadows of the Past Settled profoundly inside the thick, premonition woods of Blackwood, an old house stood deserted and rotting. Blackwood House, once a terrific domain, had for quite some time been the subject of dull legends and murmured stories in the nearby town. It was supposed to be reviled, its lobbies reverberating with the tortured cries of the individuals who had died inside its walls. Few considered drawing nearer, yet the individuals who did never returned something very similar.
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Horror
Covid 3
In Giza's pyramid shadow, the June heat roasted the sands. Archaeologists sweated in the scorching sun, mixing with millennia-old dust. Famous Egyptologist Dr. Lena Radcliffe headed the team. She spent years obsessed with Pharaoh Neferkare's tomb, reputed to contain mysteries. This excavation was her life focus.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin2 years ago in Horror
Midnight's Gaze: The Silent Menace
John had always lived alone with Midnight, his sleek black cat, as his only friend. One rainy night, the cat had appeared on his porch, trembling and soaked. John had taken in the creature after experiencing a rare pang of sympathy. Midnight turned into his shadow; he was always there, staring with polished onyx-like eyes.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin2 years ago in Horror
