psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
Raj: An Unrested Soul In White Wedding Suit. AI-Generated.
Two years ago, my whole family decided to take a trip to our village. We left in the evening, and by the time we arrived, it was already dark. The village had no street lights, which made it feel very old-fashioned and a bit isolated.
By Eman Marium2 years ago in Horror
Whispers of The Unseen: Horror Story of Chunian. AI-Generated.
In the quaint, sleepy town of Chunian, we rented an old house in 2016 that had been left vacant for years. It had an eerie aura that we initially brushed off as a result of neglect. Little did we know, we were not the only inhabitants.
By Eman Marium2 years ago in Horror
Not I
"The psychological symptoms of this mental illness include: paran-..." Her fingers paused on the keys... The lab around her felt muffled as an odd sensation crept up Kate's neck and across her face. Blinking and flexing her fingers she looked down at her long, slender hands. Something was off... She looked around, blinking and squinting hard. It was just her eyes feeling fatigued after too much screen time. Looking at her hands again, the feeling was still there. They seemed wrong somehow. Like she couldn't remember how they were supposed to look. Or, they just didn't look like they should? Obviously attached to her body, they were her hands. She knew that much logically, but it didn't feel like her body agreed. Mumbling something to herself about how much she hated Mr. Nessing and this stupid assignment, she rubbed her eyes and looked again at her fingers, trembling slightly with the hereditary tremor she'd had since birth. They were her's again, and her time inside over the last several months had not done her tan any favors. "God I need some sun..." She chuckled to herself.
By Abbey Ness2 years ago in Horror
Not For Me
She woke up wanting to scream but nothing came out besides the feeling of exhaustion. This wasn't the first time she encountered a black demon-like person trying to have sex with her in her dream. She never experienced sex with a man, only a woman. So, she didn't understand why she would experience such anguishingly demonic dreams of sex. It was as if she was mad at herself for not sleeping with a man or something was.
By Cerina Galvan2 years ago in Horror
Skin. Content Warning.
I needed a good night's sleep. I was looking forward to it, after many nightmares about my skin peeling away. I laundered the sheets that day and cleaned my room. I had read a book that explained that this was the key to a good night's sleep, but my night did not go very well,
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Horror
The Rise of an Unlikely Hero. AI-Generated.
In the peaceful village of Ndulu, nestled between rolling hills and lush forests, lived a humble farmer named Kofi. He was an unassuming man, known for his hard work, kindness, and the gentle way he treated his animals. His days were filled with the rhythm of planting and harvesting, and his evenings with the simple joys of family and community. But beneath this calm surface, destiny had woven a path for Kofi that neither he nor anyone in the village could have ever imagined.
By Anthony Chinedu2 years ago in Horror
A Little Nightmare
The night draped over me like a heavy shroud, pulling me into its embrace as I surrendered to the sweet oblivion of sleep. As my eyelids fluttered shut, the world around me dissolved into darkness, and I found myself slipping into the labyrinth of dreams.
By Albinus Sahat Lumban Gaol2 years ago in Horror
The House of the Deer. Content Warning.
When I was a kid, I loved nothing more than going to sleep. Getting into a favorite pair of my pajamas and cuddling under the covers. Listening to stories that my Dad would tell me until my eyes drifted shut. Dreaming of either the stories themselves or being the hero in them. Or dreaming of things that were so much fun. Stuff that I can’t really recall now that I’m an adult. All I know is that I felt safe and loved during them.
By Raphael Fontenelle2 years ago in Horror
Tears of the Cicada
The priest’s footsteps echo down the hall a shy louder than the cicadas outside. I relish in their annoying screeching. It takes me back to when I was a kid scraping my knee, falling off my bike, or getting slapped by Bridgette Stanley for trying to look up her skirt. Yea those were much simpler pains than what’s coming next. “Excuse me Thomas, I’m Fr. Atwood and I’m here for your final confession if you wish my son.” A frail old balding white priest says to me with his hands clasped together. He’s wearing a wholesome smile and the usual all black priest get-up with a tight clerical collar. “Nawh, Fr. Atwood what’s the point of it all? The lord knows what I done, and he knows I’m sorry. Telling you ain’t gonna do nothing but waste both our time. And I ain't got much of that left.” The holy man just smiles, nods and waves goodbye. “I’ll be praying for you, my son.” He says as he turns to walk away. His shuffling feet go silent and leave me to the song of the cicadas and yelling inmates yelling their goodbyes.
By Kenneth Boutte2 years ago in Horror
