psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
Fractured Reflections
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Admittedly, I didn’t usually look. A part of being autistic is that I don’t really see eyes. I have to stare deeply & with great intent just to discern their color. To do so isn’t easy & it takes some time, which heightens the risk of me getting caught. That’s frightening, to the point of being almost paralyzing for me. I only rarely look at eyes. Perhaps the bridge of the nose, the space between the eyebrows, the lips or tip of a cheekbone, but almost never the eyes. Not even mine.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock4 years ago in Horror
SILENT TORTURE: THE CLOCK-TURNERS CURSE
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. “It wasn’t my own…it wasn’t my own…it wasn’t my own…I swear.” Small jewel-like thorns grow from the veins glittering the ground like the dust from diamonds. Some say you can see your soul in the reflection, others say it steals a part of you. No one has ever lived long enough to tell. It’s well known that Wolf-Firs protect the heart of the tree. Each of them grows with splinters of mirrors that twist and braid themselves into the rings of the trees like ticks on a clock—they will last hundreds-of-thousands of years and are virtually indestructible. Many people die trying to steal a piece of their trunks—very valuable parts in these lands. BUT, if you ever spot a Wolf-Fir do not let it lure you in, do not…. for you might not escape the hands of time as each passing attempt traps you further and further behind, sinking it's poisonous teeth in you until you disappear forever.
By K.H. Obergfoll4 years ago in Horror
Epic Village
As soon as upon a time, i the yr 1800, in a non violent village called Epic Village, some thing sinister turned into lurking in the darkness. Top humans of the village had been no longer aware about this evil that changed into brewing, but they quickly would be.
By Rasheek Rasool4 years ago in Horror
Cashmere Hospital- The Man Made of Stars
"I can't get it out of my head. I don't know what to do. Mark said you might be able to help me, but I don't know how." I was sitting by the fountain in the outdoor garden, which most people used as a smoking area. The angel statue held a jug that constantly burbled out water, and I found the patter soothing. I came here to think sometimes, to collect my thoughts, and it was a great comfort to me since the incident with the elevator. I found myself here more and more often these days. Writing this book about the things I've seen and heard in Cashmere Hospital is taking a toll on me, and I think it's impossible to not wonder why I stay in the belly of the beast as I write more and more about the things that go on here.
By Joshua Campbell4 years ago in Horror
Haunted Island Horror
It was the late 1800s, and four rich couples set sail on an epic adventure aboard their remarkable ship, the woman Isabella. They had the entirety they wished for a costly voyage, inclusive of excellent wines, gourmand cuisine, and incredible apparel. The couples laughed and danced on the deck, playing the cool sea breeze and the nice and cozy sun.
By Rasheek Rasool4 years ago in Horror
Reflections of Terror: The Haunted Mirror
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. I stared at the glass in front of me, a sense of unease creeping up my spine. I couldn't quite place my finger on what was different about the reflection, but something was off.
By Mark Marandi4 years ago in Horror








