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 Enigmatic Locket. Content Warning.
In the small, quaint town of Crestwood, nestled amidst rolling hills and a dense forest, a mysterious legend captivated the imaginations of its residents. The tale spoke of an enigmatic locket, said to possess unimaginable powers. It was rumored to grant the deepest desires of those who possessed it, but at a great cost.
By SATYAJIT DAS3 years ago in Horror
"Twisted Reflections :A Mind's Enigma"
Chapter 1: The Mirror's Secret The old, dilapidated mansion stood on the outskirts of town, its presence casting a foreboding shadow over the surrounding landscape. It had long been abandoned, shrouded in mystery and whispered tales of supernatural occurrences. Legends spoke of a cursed mirror hidden within its walls— a mirror capable of reflecting the darkest secrets of those who dared to gaze into it.
By Eziefula Stanley3 years ago in Horror
Doctor Winters Forgetfulness Clinic- The Drink Took Him
“I just don’t think I can live with this. I need it gone, or it’ll drive me to drink.” Dr. Winter tapped the edge of a spoon against the tea cup, and the sound it made was like a clarion bell. She brought the cup over to the man sitting across from her, taking him in with a study to glance. He was different from her usual clientele. The man looked as if his demons were far behind him, all save this one thing he couldn’t quite exercise. He wore a crisp, white button up shirt, was clean shaven, and looked as though he had a handle on his life. He looked as though he ran most mornings, perhaps hit the gym for more than three months out of the year, and other than his eyes, which roved like a scared horses, he seemed very well put together.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
Chapter Four: Washington Street Whore. Content Warning.
Sparrow Sparrow stared at a tree through the window of a rust-colored old Crown Vic, as the owner of the car finished his business. She hated having to work the streets and she hated all of her clients too, but she needed the money. She gritted her teeth and tried to make out shapes in the bark of the tree that she kept her eye on. She spotted a dolphin in the bark and smiled.
By Sadie Cole3 years ago in Horror
Chapter Three: A Heart Walking Around Outside Its Body. Content Warning.
Yvette Yvette Medina sits in the ratty, green recliner staring out of the smudged window in her living room on South Salina Street. It is 4:04 AM and her son, Nico, still isn’t home. He told her that he would be here almost eight hours ago. She had fought with her husband, Rick, for days, trying to convince him to let Nico come stay for a while. He finally relented and now Nico hadn’t shown. Rick would be mad. There would be no end to the “I told you so” comments. Hopefully there would be no more abuse, but Yvette isn’t going to count on that. There is always abuse.
By Sadie Cole3 years ago in Horror
"Reverberations of Haziness". Content Warning.
Section 1: The Vile Legacy In the peaceful town of Ashwood, settled among old timberlands, stood the premonition Ashwood Estate. A once-fantastic manor, it had for quite some time been deserted, left to rot in the progression of time. Legends murmured of the family revile that tormented its inhabitants for ages. Also, presently, as the last relative, Amelia Ashwood, got back to guarantee her legacy, she was going to uncover the dim privileged insights that lay inside. Section 2: The Agitating Presence As Amelia ventured foot into the house, a creepy chill held her heart. The air was thick with a tangible feeling of premonition. Shadows moved along the walls, murmuring antiquated stories of anguish. Not set in stone to unwind the secrets of her ancestry, Amelia dove further into the twisted corridors, her strides repeating forebodingly with each step. Section 3: A Frightful Disclosure In the storage room, Amelia coincidentally found a failed to remember diary. Its pages uncovered the tortured past of her precursors, relating unspeakable customs and vile settlements made chasing power. As she read, the presence of a malignant power developed further, surrounding her like a hunter in the evening. Murmurs reverberated to her, asking her to go along with them in timeless murkiness. Section 4: Bad dreams Released As time passes, Ashwood Estate changed into a horrible domain. Ridiculous moans punctured the quietness, torturing Amelia's rest. She stirred to find blood-stained impressions prompting her room, as though somebody — or something — had attacked her sanctum. Mental soundness wavered on the slope as specters emerged in the mirror, their empty eyes tormenting everything she might do. Section 5: Defying the Malevolence Not set in stone to break the revile that captured her family, Amelia looked for the assistance of an eminent paranormal examiner, Dr. Jonathan Crane. Together, they dove profound into the estate's set of experiences, uncovering the appalling truth behind the revile. Furnished with old customs and chants, they wandered into the guts of the house, standing up to the malice head-on. Section 6: The Last Plummet As 12 PM drew nearer, the shroud between the universes became flimsy. Amelia and Dr. Crane remained in the core of the chateau, their breath noticeable vulnerable, ethereal air. The substance that spooky Ashwood Estate appeared before them, a curved exemplification of dimness and sadness. In a clash of wills and assurance, they battled to expel the malevolent back to the profundities from whence it came. Section 7: Reverberations of Recovery With relentless assurance, Amelia and Dr. Crane remained at the cliff of their last a showdown. The reestablished Ashwood House, dazzling yet disguising its frightful past, turned into the landmark for their battle against the vindictive element that had tormented the domain for ages. In a climactic conflict among light and haziness, they recited old spells, their voices reverberating with a supernatural power. As the mantras arrived at a crescendo, the actual texture of reality shuddered. Shadows squirmed and turned, converging into a twirling vortex of darkness. The substance, a peculiar combination of despondency and vindictiveness, emerged before them, its eyes glimmering with a perniciousness that appeared to pierce their spirits. Amelia and Dr. Crane battled courageously, using their insight and strength against the infringing haziness. The fight seethed on, each side releasing their armory of spells and counterattacks. However, with each strike, the substance fought back with more prominent fierceness, its presence developing further, taking steps to overpower them. Section 8: The Penance Cornered and depleted, Amelia understood the best way to overcome the substance was to defy its wellspring of force — the reviled relic concealed profound inside the entrails of Ashwood House. With bleak assurance, she pursued a frightening choice. Offering herself as a vessel, Amelia directed her inward strength, ready to forfeit her own life power to cut off the element's association with the reviled object. Directed by Dr. Crane, Amelia wandered into the hazardous profundities of the house. Each step carried her nearer to the core of obscurity. Ringlets of vindictive energy connected, endeavoring to discourage her from her motivation. However, Amelia pushed forward, her purpose unflinching. Section 9: A Fight Against Time Amelia's heart beat as she confronted the reviled relic, its unholy power throbbing with a vile charm. Dr. Crane taught her in the old custom, directing her through the unpredictable advances that would break the element's hold over Ashwood House. Sweat streamed down her forehead as she recited the holy words, her voice reverberating with a combination of dread and assurance. The air popped with energy as the custom arrived at its peak. The reviled curio shuddered, its perniciousness disappearing under the attack of Amelia's mantras. However, time appeared to extend, as though the element battled frantically to keep up with its grasp on the human plane. With a last flood of solidarity, Amelia broke the reviled curio. A blinding light emitted, inundating the room and cleansing the chateau of its dull impact. The element let out a puncturing scream, its structure disseminating into nothingness. Section 10: Impressions of Trust As the light blurred, a significant tranquility settled over Ashwood House. Amelia rose up out of the profundities, her body fatigued yet her soul victorious. The revile that had tormented her family for ages had at last been broken. The house, when saturated with haziness, presently oozed an air of recently discovered tranquility. Expression of Amelia's triumph spread all through the town of Ashwood, breathing life back into its barren roads. Guests wondered about the revamped estate, ignorant about the detestations it had once held onto. The reverberations of dimness that once consumed the domain slowly subsided, supplanted by murmurs of reclamation and fortitude. Amelia, perpetually different by her nerve racking experience, turned into an image of trust and versatility. She committed her life to concentrating on the mysterious, promising to help other people beat their own spooky pasts. The tradition of Ashwood House, once connected with fear, presently turned into a guide of change and recharging. Epilog: The Eerie Proceeds Years after the fact, the reestablished Ashwood House remained as an image of Amelia's victory. However, murmurs of the revile endured. Guests revealed shocking experiences, shadows that continued all alone, and a feeling of being watched. Some say the spirits of Amelia's precursors actually meander the lobbies, unfit to discover a lasting sense of harmony. The tradition of Ashwood Estate lived on, its unpleasant repeats everlastingly scratched in the woven artwork of the town's set of experiences
By Anime Terra3 years ago in Horror
Chapter Two: Dead Doll. Content Warning.
Clay Clay Tuffin sits in the corner of his seedy establishment, staring at the naked, lifeless body of a nineteen-year-old young man that everyone had called Doll. Clay isn’t certain of the boy’s first name. Something like Peter or Paul, maybe John… something biblical anyway.
By Sadie Cole3 years ago in Horror
Millville
The sun had set on the small town of Millville, and the streets were deserted. The only sound was the soft hum of the streetlights. Detective John Michaels was sitting in his car, parked outside the house of the town's wealthiest resident, Mr. Charles. The detective had been called to investigate a murder, and he had a hunch that Mr. Charles was somehow involved.
By Cameron webber 3 years ago in Horror
Unfortunate Circumstances. Content Warning.
Nico Nico Mullinax fidgets on the grimy, worn-out bench at the bus stop on Fillmore Avenue. He looks much older than his twenty-three years, with the red, circular scabs that cover his sunken in cheeks, and matted white, blond hair slicked back from his long forehead. Icy blue eyes peer out of dark, sunken eye sockets.
By Sadie Cole3 years ago in Horror
The Ghost Grass Hermit
I'm an avid hiker, always have been, but I may have to rethink the way I hike after this incident. I've done a lot of hiking in my time. Hiking the Appalachian trail, backpacking through Europe, I've hiked trails on the Mexican borders and watched the lights of Coyotes as they came to drop their “cargo”, and in that time, I've never really felt like I was in danger. I've had some close calls, don't get me wrong, but at no time did I ever wonder if I was going to live through these times or not.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
