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 Old Crone in the Mirror
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. It couldn't be me. My mind cried in pain as I tried to comprehend what I saw before me. The woman staring back at me wore the same purple sweater, golden teardrop earrings, and oval pendant necklace as I did. She even had the same heart-shaped face, dimpled chin, and high cheekbones. Her deep set blue eyes had the same flecks of turquoise, long eyelashes, and arched brows. Like me, she had her hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun. But her skin hung loose around her chin and sunk in a bit too much below her cheekbones. Creases spread like spider webs at the edges of her tired eyes and lined her high forehead. Silver streaked through her curly black hair. The woman in the mirror had clearly lived decades longer than me. Seeing myself aged beyond my years made my heart race and I gasped for breath as I stared in awe at the woman who wasn’t me in the mirror.
By A. J. Schoenfeld4 years ago in Horror
Dysmorphia
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. There then gone, lingering like a faded dream on the edges of my memory. There was nothing to trust in myself. I was wrong. One step back then two. My back bumps and lands against the cold press of a door. My door? The door to my bathroom? Yes. Clarity drowned me. I was home, I was safe. Finally rescued from the worst part of my sanity.
By Brittany Taylor 4 years ago in Horror
Shattered Mirror And Myself
“The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own.” Thando had been searching for the perfect decorative piece to add to her Gothic-style bedroom for quite some time now, and when she came across an old mirror with intricate carvings around the edges at an antique shop, she knew she had finally found what she wanted. She took the mirror home and hung it on her wall, admiring its beauty and intricate details. But what she didn't expect was the strange feeling of dread that soon followed. At night, when she would look into the mirror, Thando noticed a slight distortion in the reflection that slowly changed over time.
By Msawenkosi Kwinana4 years ago in Horror
The Man in the Mirror
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. It was, yet it wasn’t. At first it was nothing serious, nothing to worry about. Just a flicker of an eyelid, barely noticeable in the beginning. Was it my eyelid flickering, or the reflection? Hard to tell. The strange feeling that the mirror was watching me was what had prompted me to make the purchase, naturally. I’ve always leaned towards the odd, the strange. The unfamiliar. This mirror, with its slightly brighter-than-the-real-world colouring, had fit the bill nicely. A neighbour’s yard sale had brought me out from the depths of my home, investigating the refuse of someone else’s life like some kind of garbage-fossicking wild beast.
By Dave Rowlands4 years ago in Horror
Freddy
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own, or at least, not the one I thought was mine; it felt more like a reminder of all the things I didn’t do or wished I did. Something about this reflection seemed familiar; like a song you keep trying to remember but the lyrics just keep slipping away.
By Raquel Soriano4 years ago in Horror
The Shattered Soul
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. She stood facing away from me, head cocked a little as if listening. The bathroom walls were charred and black, like her hair. She swiveled suddenly to look at me. I quickly averted my eyes. Then the microwave was beeping and my husband’s voice echoed down the hall.
By Billy G. James 4 years ago in Horror
Let Me Out
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. It was my face, but there was something dark about its presence. Almost sinister-like. The reflection mirrored my movements, my mannerisms, but the eyes looked hollow and empty. And the smile… just slightly curled upwards as I stared back in horror. And I swear, as I turned away, the reflection remained still, watching me leave.
By Shaley Speaks4 years ago in Horror
Inner Demons
It was a dark and stormy night, and I was lying in bed, tossing and turning as I battled with my emotions. On one side, there was "Me," the rational and logical side of myself, trying to keep everything under control. On the other side, there was "I," the emotional and impulsive side of myself, driving me to the brink of insanity.
By Mogomotsi Moremi4 years ago in Horror
The psychology of horror
T Horror movies have been a popular form of entertainment for decades, and they continue to captivate audiences with their ability to frighten, shock, and disturb. But what is it about these movies that makes them so appealing, and what are the psychological effects that they have on the human brain?
By Charis Maduawuchi4 years ago in Horror
