psychological

Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.

Just Beyond the Curtain
My husband, Thomas, is a writer of short horror and I'm very proud of him. He crafts these unique little stories about horrific situations and people really seem to like them. I won't name-drop here, but you may have read some of his work if you've been in the community for a while. He writes a lot and his stories have been read by a lot of different narrators, but recently things have changed.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
1920: Horrors of the Heart - Movie Review
1920: Horrors of the Heart - A Missed Opportunity in the World of Horror In the ever-evolving landscape of cinema, the horror genre has undergone numerous transformations, offering audiences fresh experiences and spine-tingling scares. However, it appears that some filmmakers remain entrapped in the comfort of traditional horror elements, reluctant to break free from the tried-and-tested clichés that have haunted our screens for decades. "1920: Horrors of the Heart," directed by Krishna Bhatt and produced by the renowned Vikram Bhatt, falls into this category, where a promising premise is marred by its inability to break free from the shackles of conventionality.
By Abib3 years ago in Horror
The Grieving Night Air.. Top Story - September 2023.
Charmaine was not expecting the weather to be so angry when she stepped outside tonight. The weather had been warm, sunny and calm all day, even the birds had sang their sweet chorus, and the crickets had joined in.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Horror
Blood and the Lightning Bolt
The monster was doing its best to make Evan scream. It broke his legs, which elicited the faintest gasp. Evan remained silent during the beating and the nail extractions, which he thought was a nice twist. He actually enjoyed the sharp sting that raced from his toes to the back of his jaw like sour candy with each pop off the nail bed.
By Lynn Jordan3 years ago in Horror
Don’t go into room13. Content Warning.
I was walking through the hallways of the hotel, when I passed Room 13. I thought nothing of it, until I heard a small noise, almost like a scratching sound, coming from inside the room. It made me stop in my tracks, and my instincts wanted to open the door and see what was going on, but I remembered the rule. Knowing that I was not allowed to enter Room 13, I turned around to walk away. Suddenly, I heard another loud crash. It was undeniable that it had come from Room 13. I couldn't ignore all of these strange sounds coming from the room. I had always been taught to act on instinct, and all of my instincts told me that there was something very, very wrong with Room .The door was locked, but it was not impossible to force it open. It took a lot of strength, but eventually, the door opened a crack, and then I was able to pull it open enough for me to be able to carefully slip into the room. The first thing that I noticed was that the room was pitch black inside. I tried to adjust my eyes, but I couldn't see a thing. It was like stepping into a complete void of darkness. I knew where the light switch should have been, so I felt all the way up the wall for it, but there was no switch. I tried to take a step forward into the room, but I as I stepped, my foot hit something. It was solid enough to make me lose my balance slightly. Slowly, I bent down to touch whatever this thing was. As soon as I put my hand on it, I could feel that there was something very strange going on. It almost felt like a leg, almost like that of a person.But that couldn't be possible. I reached out, behind me, but all I could feel was another leg, seemingly coming from another body. I reached out again, only to feel another. An arm this time, then a torso, another leg. It was endless. I felt as though I was surrounded. Except, there was something odd about these arms and legs. They just didn't feel quite...alive.I immediately felt sick. There was no way, absolutely no way that I could be standing in the middle of a room full of bodies, but it all made sense. The strange rule about not stepping foot in Room 13. Of course. It all made sense. This was where the bodies were hidden.I didn't want to believe it, but there seemed like no other explanation. I felt completely sickened, my head spinning, a shiver running up my spine. There was no way. I'd never even seen a dead body before, let alone be surrounded by them in a pitch black hotel room. Was this what happened to people who entered Room 13?I put a hand on the wall to steady myself, and I suddenly felt the light switch. Feeling relieved by that, I quickly turned it on, and watched light flood the room. This was it. I was mentally preparing myself for the sight of, possibly over twenty dead bodies, a sight that would surely make me sick.However, when the light turned on, I was not met with the horrifying sight of countless murder scenes. Instead, all lined up around the room, some perfectly propped up, and others sprawled on the floor, were human-sized, doll-like figures. They looked just, almost human, except for one eerie difference.They didn't have eyes. Just black, void-like holes where eyes should have been. Their necks were oddly floppy too, drooping to the side. What was most horrifying about these life-size dolls, was that they almost exactly resembled all of the hotel staff members that I had become so familiar with.I saw the doll version of Kelly, her head falling into her lap. I saw Mark, the waiter, with huge black holes where his eyes should have been. I saw Elizabeth, who was sprawled on the floor, legs sticking out. I even saw Catherine, propped up against the wall, like she was in a child's dollhouse. I wanted to scream, run away, do anything. This was somehow worse than seeing the disgusting sight of bodies. This was ten times creepier, and made me feel goosebumps up my arms. I wanted to drive away from the hotel, from the town, and never look back.The one thing that still stuck in my mind, was the fact that every single staff member had a doll here, even the newest hires. Everyone had a life-like, floppy doll, looking like an eyeless corpse. The only doll that was missing, the only member of staff that didn't have a matching doll, was me. There was no doll in Room 13 that resembled me. Somehow, that fact was far more chilling.I was about to take my phone out of my pocket, to take photos, or call the police, or do anything about this terrifying situation, when all of a sudden, the room went black. Pitch black. I tried to move again, but I couldn't. My legs would not stand up and run, my arms would not reach out to steady myself. I couldn't move. I was fixed, I was stuck, I was trappedJust then, I felt someone holding my shoulders, propping me up against the wall. I wanted to scream, or see who it was, but it felt like I was trapped inside my own body. I was completely unable to move.The hands extended my arms and legs, and I even felt the hands around my neck, making it flop forward ever so slightly, just as it had done on the dolls. That was when I realised it. The 'dolls' inside Room 13 were not life-like copies of the hotel staff members, they were the hotel staff members. And I was about to meet the very same fate, in Room 13.If only I had just listened.
By Luther3 years ago in Horror
I killed a man . Content Warning.
I killed an elderly man in front of his wife and basically his entire family.Forgive me for any misspellings or format I’m trying to do this on my phone. I haven’t talked about this to anyone (even though it’s been years) even my closest of friends, minus the ones that were there.One night when I was in college I was driving to get some liquor for a party my fraternity was supposed to throw the following night.I was taking a street I was very familiar with to get back to my house. It was dark but the street was lit with street lamps. I remember that I looked at my radio for a second, just a second not very long at all. But when I looked back up to the road there was a man crossing.I didn’t have any time to react, by the time I saw him he had already hit the good of my car and bounced off the side. I remember screaming and hitting the brakes, and the wash of horror of what had just happened. I’ll admit I had thought about speeding away, but I pulled over to the side and ran out of my car to check on this guy.When I got to him his family was standing outside the restaurant he was leaving and they were all screaming and crying. He has laying on the side of the road with blood coming out his nose and mouth. Two other men were standing with him trying to see if he was alright and calling 911. All I could say was “I didn’t see him” I was frantic by the time it had set in what I had done.I sat on the curb across from the family and listened to their crying in agony while we waited for the paramedics to arrive. I sat there and sobbed while to paramedics took him away in an ambulance. I don’t believe I’ve ever cried so hard and for so long. The worst part about all of it and what still kills me today was that his wife came over to me while I was distraught on that curb, sat next to me, placed her hand on my shoulder and said “I was married to him for almost 50 years. We had a good life.” Then she hugged me and said that she forgave me After everything was said and done it was ruled that it was an accident. I wasn’t charged with anything and I had one of my friends pick me up from the police station. I went down a dark path the years after that. I drank heavily, dropped out of college in my senior year, and had to move back in with my mother and father because I couldn’t hold on to a job. Even tried to kill myself with pills. It was a hard road to recovery (witch I feel I’m not fully recovered from nor do I feel I ever will be the same). But eventually I got my life back in order. Joined up with the Navy and saw a bit of the world, and now I’m on track to go back to college and hopefully finish what I started there. It took almost a decade but I finally start to feel almost whole again. I’m back to hanging with my friends, and actually going out. So maybe there is a light at the end of the tunnel.
By Luther3 years ago in Horror
Girl Discovers A Mysterious Bag That Drastically Changes Her Life
The opening scene takes place in a mental institution where a teenage girl named Sumi is undergoing treatment for shock and psychosis. The doctor tries to communicate with her using family photographs, but Sumi remains silent. The doctor asks about her experiences leading to her hospitalization, but Sumi doesn't respond.
By Manjari Wijekoon3 years ago in Horror
Innocence of Innocents
"There are innocents!" Red stops. He hates, and will hate, and has always hated the idea of waiting to kill his prey. Especially when they beg for it.
By chloe3 years ago in Horror
Fear of the Dark. Top Story - September 2023.
I observe keenly as the scorching wax drips onto your hand. You tremble in pain and alarm, the candle nearly falls to the pavement and I prepare my onslaught.
By Charlie Pratt3 years ago in Horror
Blood
It starts with breathing. The air is stale and musty, like a house locked against the ravages of years. The more I take in, the more pronounced the undercurrent: damp, dark, dank, earth.
By Bethany Calabro3 years ago in Horror
Filth. Content Warning.
Interview commencing six-forty-two pm at Fairfield Police Station on Tuesday, September 13th, 2022. I am Lead Detective Andrew Thomas. Also present in the room are -
By Sian N. Clutton3 years ago in Horror
Reed Alexander's Horror Review of 'Hollow Man' (2000)
OH MY GOD, THIS MOVIE WAS SO FUCKING BORING!!! I sware to god it should have failed my 30-minute rule, but technically something was always happening in the first 30 minutes. But fuck technical, the goddamn plot doesn't kick off till about the halfway mark. I mean, this movie is basically just a remake of The Invisible Man (1933). That movie gets rolling right from the punch. Mad scientist turns himself invisible and basically lets the power go to his head. That whole setup takes, what... 10 minutes? Not even? In this movie, over thirty fucking minutes are devoted to exposition before Kevin Bacon starts the rape and murder. Speed it the fuck up! Superpowers went to his megalomaniacal brain, the chemicals caused him to lose his mind, maybe a little from column A and column B, WHATEVER, just fucking get there!
By Reed Alexander3 years ago in Horror