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 Collective
There had always been conspiracy theories about people who won lotteries or raffles that included a nice chunk of money. Some said that they sold their souls, others said they sacrificed those closest to them, the speculations were endless. Up until now Seraphin never believed them but that was before she won the raffle and came in contact with that accursed little black book!
By Knucklez Deveraux5 years ago in Horror
Real Men
Eloise embodied a bittersweet kind of madness. She was a soft-feathers-stuck-to-honey sort of oddity. She was the kind one would refer to as ‘quirky’ or ‘kooky’ or ‘zany’. She was the kind of girl whom you would go on to describe as ‘girl’ or ‘chick’ even though she was a woman. And although I have no more right to tell the story of Eloise than you do, my friend, let us both admit that she was the one we would whisper about, under our breath, when we sat across the room from her in drawing class. Remember that damned doll?
By Joanna Savage Coleman5 years ago in Horror
The Game Lord
Tom pulled up to a dilapidated mansion in his beat up old Civic. This place was over an hour drive from the city and looking at it sent shivers down his spine. Norman Gates, the host of his favourite show, “Close Encounter of a Ghostly Kind”, approached his car. Tom rolled down his window.
By D. A. Simon5 years ago in Horror
The Loneliest Girl
Maya ran her pointer finger over the worn creases of the letter on her lap. Though she had opened her mailbox to find the letter less than a month ago, she had folded and unfolded the piece of paper so many times it now appeared fragile and antique.
By Katie McNeill5 years ago in Horror
Blood Book
As Alan Corbett through the contract in detail, my eyes kept straying to the large, sealed manila envelope with my name hastily hand-scrawled on it. I barely absorbed anything Corbett was saying until I was finally asked to sign my name in full on the last page. My hand hovered over the line. I tried to think of my single mother who had worked three jobs to make ends meet and send me to school. She deserved this, didn’t she? Still, my eyes strayed back to the envelope. I would always wonder, guiltily, which it was that finally guided my hand into the familiar looping signature.
By Juliana Masseloux5 years ago in Horror
Manifesting A Maniac
“Be right there,” Daphne huffed, in an annoyed tone. She placed her cellphone down onto her nightstand alongside her pillowtop, platform bed. Her mother had called her name twice, and she knew she better hurry to see why she was needed. It was the two of them after all since her father had recently left her mother for his assistant, six weeks ago. Her mother was overly stressed and taking most of her frustrations out on Daphne.
By danielle williamson5 years ago in Horror
