psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
Voice of Reason
The multi-layer chocolate cake glistens under the transparent glass atop the elevated crystal pedestal; a pretentious, over-the-top display for such a modestly set supper of red wine and a pack of Virginia Slims: weak supporting characters of tonight’s performance atop the antique oak table overpowering the small dining room where this scene is set. The chocolate cake at the center, the obvious star of the show, front and center amidst an otherwise lacking dinner spread. It has been prepared with culinary precision, and intentionally placed as the centerpiece.
By Jenna Pinkston5 years ago in Horror
Boxed Away
“I need to get out of here! You can’t keep me here like this!” I shout till my voice cracks while I beat my fists against the coarse dank dark walls enclosing me. After another scream of desperation, I slam my fists hard once more against my prison and slowly slink down, letting my knuckles drag against the crevices as I fall into a heap on to the floor. As I weep and close my body up in a fetal position, I stare at the backside of my hands and see the bits of torn flesh and trickles of blood pooling into Rorschach like patterns.
By Rachel Evelyn 5 years ago in Horror
Nan and Pops cafe
Come try the tastiest chocolate cake, the crunchiest cookies and the most full bodied milkshakes in town read the sign. It was a fairly basic looking café on the outside but once inside everyone agreed it was worth a visit. The owners, affectionally known as Nan and Pops , had inherited the café many years ago and run it ever since. It was perfectly placed , in the corner of the town and by the main road. So locals and passing vehicles could enjoy the varied fayre.
By ASHLEY SMITH5 years ago in Horror
Were You Looking For Me?
The Witching Hour. That’s what they call the time between 3:00 and 4:00 AM. It’s considered the peak time for supernatural activity; a time when witches, demons and ghosts are supposed to appear and be at their most powerful. Some call it the Devil’s Hour, claiming it to be an inversion of the time when Jesus supposedly died, which was at 3:00 PM
By Kevin Bell5 years ago in Horror
Run
Patrick stares into his coffee cup, watching the black liquid sit in utter stillness. His eyes are red and sagging with black bags as he raises his gaze to see the waitress standing before him. Her mouth seems to be moving but for a moment he can't hear her past a sharp ringing that fills his ears. Almost in an instant, the ringing stops as she says “So, whatcha thank?” Her southern twang is a refreshing reminder of his distance from home, well, whatever you’d call the place he left behind but it doesn’t change the fact that Patrick has no clue what she just said.
By Drake Myers5 years ago in Horror
Scream-A-Geddon
Halloween Horror Nights at Universal (HHN). Howl-O-Scream at Busch Gardens (HOS). ZooBoo at Lowry Park Zoo. The Horror Trail in 1980s’ Carrollwood where actual cows’ heads hung from the trees and a headless horseman roamed the woods. I’ve seen quite a few attempts at instilling fear, but haven’t felt it. I think I found it at Scream-A-Geddon in Dade City, Florida.
By Barb Dukeman5 years ago in Horror
The Cave
Guiding in a wilderness therapy setting is my favorite job I’ve ever had. One week I was in the girls group working with four other staff, Rickell, Katie, Vileena and Jake. We were camped a little too close to a road about a mile and a half from where it ended at a major road that lead out of the field. Our site was about 12 miles south of Dugway in western Utah, a military base well known amongst conspiracy theorists and UFO enthusiasts.
By Daniel Smith5 years ago in Horror
My Worst Nightmare
I walked the familiar road home from my best friend Savannah’s house later than I normally did. Living out in the country, we were neighbors but my house was a mile away from hers. I usually tried to leave before it was dark because street lights don’t exist out here and I hate walking home when it’s pitch black. Thankfully, the full moon guided my path home. The sound of crickets chirping and the steady pace of my boots crunching against the dirt soothed me until I realized there was the sound of another pair of shoes behind me.
By K. V. Young5 years ago in Horror
The Bard of White Arbor
If the gods ever felt the urge to prefer some days over others, Cedric wagered the days after rain were their favorites. How could they choose anything else? The moist earth giving way so comfortably underfoot was only outshined by delicious purity of the air, or possibly how the leaves of the trees glowed with renewed vigor against the damp browns of the branches and trunks holding them up. The echoing exchange of birdsong shooting across the trees was pretty nice too, but at its best when accompanied by the scurrying of rabbits, squirrels or maybe the lucky sighting of bigger game. Cedric felt for the leather quiver and bow across his back, overtop his brown leather jacket, jerkin and white linen shirt. He smiled; maybe he’d get lucky. A cold gust of wind shook loose droplets of water from the leaves, giving a slight chill. He brushed a few stray strands of blond hair out of his face and behind his ear. Fragments of sunlight pierced through the forest canopy; he’d be out of White Arbor by midday.
By David Intrabartolo5 years ago in Horror
