psychological

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

Proclivitas
I am standing on a cliff. The sky is dark with clouds of grey stretching towards the horizon. The wind blows through my hair as I look over the cliff’s edge to see dark, churning water. Behind me sits a broken-down home, burnt and crumbling to pieces. I do not remember how I got here or why, but for some reason I am soaked to the bone and frozen to my core. I take another look over the edge, curious about how far from my feet the ominous, black crashing water hammers the rocks below. Suddenly I hear footsteps running behind me, towards me. As I begin to turn around to find the source of the sound, I am shoved over the edge. I stare up in horror and confusion, hoping to get a glimpse of my attacker. All I can see is the shadow of a figure standing on the cliff, watching me fall. Down I go, plummeting quickly towards the raging waters below. I brace myself for impact and plunge beneath the surface. The frigid waters collide with my body as if I am landing in a pool full of bricks. It is at this moment I remember – I cannot swim. Clawing furiously at the surface, I try to keep my head above the water, gasping for breath every time my mouth finds a moment of air. The tumultuous waves throw my body hard against the rocks at the base of the cliff, and everything turns to black while I'm further battered by mother nature's ice-cold fury.
By Sara Cate4 years ago in Horror
Blood Pond
It was the summer before senior year of highschool; the last one before highschool was officially over. The summer that all of our wildest nightmares came true…
By Lavajeena4 years ago in Horror
Beat the Heat
S. Hileman Iannazzo “One Upon A Time” - My niece, Age Five. Locals still call it Daphne Manor. The same locals take the long way around to avoid stepping foot on its grounds. Gated and overgrown with weeds, the structure is dilapidated and bare. Its once vibrant paint is faded and chipped. Most of the windows are broken or boarded over. The deed still reads Margaret A. Daphne. Madam had been deceased for decades and had no heirs to inherit the beastly homestead.
By S. Hileman Iannazzo4 years ago in Horror
The Flies
The Flies by: Dennis R. Humphreys Do we ever really understand cause and effect. Politicians are famous for redirecting our attention to an effect an action has on creating it. Often the real effects go unnoticed until so called precautions are taken against a particular cause and the real problem arises centered around the real effect an action causes.
By Dennis Humphreys4 years ago in Horror
Walk On Water
The day began just like any other, awoken by my sweat, shirt dampened, hair wet. yup. Normal morning for me, although, I can't decide whether or not this is normal. Did I mention, it's only 3am in the morning? Yeah, that's also normal.
By Amanda George4 years ago in Horror
What the Duck?
Michael opened his eyes, coaxed into consciousness by the warm sunlight beating on his face. He stared up at the cloudy blue sky, squinting as a seagull flew directly over him.
By Angel Worth4 years ago in Horror
I love you.
I fell in love with you from the moment my eyes met yours. You were working like any other day. Helping customers, getting stray carts. Very charismatic. When you helped me at the counter, don't think I didn't notice the flirtatiousness in your voice and lingering movements. It seemed like forever before we finally had dinner together. The location was beautiful. You decided to go with an enriching Italian dish while I opted for something on the lighter side. I was less hungry for food and more for the incredible view of your smile and laugh.
By I Am Waiting4 years ago in Horror
I'm Already There
It was almost midnight, and Laura hadn’t heard a peep out of her roommate Willa until now. As far as she knew, Willa could’ve been dead in her room, and she didn’t even know that she was home.
By Kayla Jefferson4 years ago in Horror
Blank White Page
I traded a few more days of life for two hundred and fifty blank pages of honesty. It is a long story. One full of the same regrets I know we all feel as our lives pass before us. Not a cautionary tale of regrets, but one of the decisions made without the temper of wisdom made available by age. I do not regret the choice. I regret the empty holes in my life which denied me the experience to understand my choices. I remember the night well. I was drunk and driving down the long highway as I had often done when staying near the lake. Another night of poor decisions. I’d like to blame them on a father or mother, but only I was sitting behind the wheel. My car swerved left and right as I fidgeted with the radio finding a song worth listening to. A small smile crept across my face as I heard the familiar beat of a song well-loved and often listened to. My eyes drifted back to the road. I saw white…all I felt was pain.
By Troy Setser4 years ago in Horror
And My Body Turned to Water
There’s something about the water that always draws me back. I don’t know if it’s the sound of the waves as they pour over the rocks along the shore. The back, the forth. The pull, the push. The way the breeze is always just a little bit cooler by the lake. It touches my skin and makes me forget for a moment about the smallness of this town.
By Tre Andrew Reid4 years ago in Horror
CATS & DOGS
If you were fire, this is how you'd want to burn, a true democracy of flame, all with an abundance and none with more than the other. They tried to fight it, tried to find an entry point, but all were consumed, as if fire knew they'd be coming and was tormenting them. All they could do was watch. It was marvelously contained. It burned quick and tidy. Just the old house. It would be remembered as one of the most bizarre and terrifying fires in Kalispell's history. Five people dead. A child survived. A child and a half dozen cats that must have jumped from the fire. The child, a burnt-orange haired boy, seven-years old, his name now forgotten unless one cared enough to query the Internet, was found watching from the front walkway when the first neighbors arrived.
By John Ouellet4 years ago in Horror
Ghost of the Forest
The first time Ben visited the cemetery in the woods was by mistake. He wandered off the beaten paths and toiled his way through the brush until he stumbled upon a clearing. Gravestones crowded the landscape, crumbling sentinels guarding desolation. All the stones were so old that names and dates had been worn away, but some were still legible.
By C. Rommial Butler4 years ago in Horror