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 Funhouse
1 – When things got weird The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. Not to say it didn’t look familiar, but the image was wrong. It certainly wasn’t reflecting the truth of my world. The doppelganger standing in front of me looked pale as death; perhaps he was dead. Thin red streaks of blood traveled down his cheeks, pooling in the corners of his insane smile. The walls behind the thing masquerading as me were moving, crawling to be more precise. With what I did not know. My skin crawled at the thought of what could be moving in the shadows. The doppelganger, for that is all I could think of calling the figure in the mirror, watched me with his eyes. It moved as I did but with slower, jerky movements that gave me goosebumps. This had to be a trick, an illusion to frighten my mind. That’s what these carnival funhouses are for, right? Putting one on edge, tricking them, confusing their senses. Well, it was certainly working on me. I tried to find my way out, but every turn was just another mirror. One mirror depicting me as skinny and tall, the next mirror, short and fat. Those were the things one, me included, expected to see here. But then I would pass a mirror that showed nothing but my shadow, and then, once again, my evil doppelganger would appear with that smile. I was starting to panic at the thought of being trapped in this funhouse. If a place was ever ill named, this was it. When did things get so weird? That seemed like an easy enough question, but when I thought back on everything that had happened since I had arrived at the carnival, I wasn’t so sure. I couldn’t say when things turned, it didn’t matter now. It was too late by my reckoning, too fucking late.
By Floyd Doolittle4 years ago in Horror
Like What You See
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. Boy was it ever so scary. As I stared in this mirror my heart raced at a speed of what felt like a thousand miles an hour. My mind was racing with a million questions, the biggest one being why. I was looking in the mirror, but there was no reflection of self looking back at me. Instead, it was the face of a beautiful woman with black hair that went down to her shoulders. She was wearing a cardigan with black and white stripes that was covered in dirt.
By Joe Patterson4 years ago in Horror
The Abyssal Terror
The sun was setting on the horizon, casting an orange hue over the ocean. A group of friends had chartered a boat to take them on a diving trip to explore the depths of the ocean. As they descended into the abyss, they had no idea what horrors awaited them.
By Adria_X_Rae4 years ago in Horror
Simple Simon Says
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. At least, I didn’t think it was at first. As my hand and reflection met, making a ghostly hue around the fingers on the icy glass, I struggled to recall why I was here, cold and alone in this dark compartment.
By Veronica Coldiron4 years ago in Horror
Nightmare
I awakened with a begin, my coronary heart racing as I realized that some thing changed into very incorrect. The room turned into dark and musty, and the air felt heavy and oppressive. As I attempted to sit up, i discovered that my fingers had been certain together, and i used to be lying on a chilly, difficult floor. Panic set in as I struggled to bear in mind how I had gotten right here.
By Rasheek Rasool4 years ago in Horror
The last day
It was the last day of the time, and the small city of Millfield was eerily quiet. The residers had all retreated to their homes to prepare for the New Year's Eve fests. But there was commodity portentous in the air as if the city was holding its breath, staying for commodity terrible to be.
By AshDream_Story4 years ago in Horror
The Case of the Vanished Killer: A Murder Mystery with Twists and Turns
The Case of the Vanished Killer: A Murder Mystery with Twists and Turns Detective John Smith had seen his fair share of murder cases over the years, but this one was different. The victim, a wealthy businessman named David Harrison, had been found dead in his home, with no apparent motive or suspect. The investigation had been going on for weeks, and John was starting to feel the pressure.
By Adil Farooq4 years ago in Horror
