psychological

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

One Day I'll be Rich
One day I’ll be rich. He wrote in his little black book for the third time today. Jordan believed that you could manifest anything that he wrote into his journal. Being rich was right on top of that list. All he could ever think about was how to get money and then how to get more money. Jordan was raised by his single mom who never had much to spare. He promised that one day he would never have to live like that again.
By Ashley Leung5 years ago in Horror
Elysian Inc.
Elysian Inc. Headquarters The man stands in his stark white office, looking out of his tenth story floor-to-ceiling plexiglass window, at the bustling city below him. A tear runs down his cheek which he quickly swipes away. He looks around in embarrassment to reassure himself that no one saw it, even though he knows he is the only person in the room.
By Kail Grizer5 years ago in Horror
The Little Black Book
I woke up in a room with flashing red lights and sirens, all that was there was a little black book. The bed was tipped over, along with the table and chairs. The walls were cement with bars as windows. It reminded me of a prison.
By Laura Jones5 years ago in Horror
The Man Before Time
I descended the stairs to see my father in the kitchen boiling six different pots of various colored liquids. There had been an incessant knocking at the door, but I guess he didn’t notice. Mr. Brocker’s aging face appeared in the tiny window that some doors are fitted with, though their purpose escapes me. My feet are careful not to betray me as they take on each stair with caution but I’m in no hurry; I don’t much care for Mr. Brocker.
By Melissa Carey5 years ago in Horror
Walk of Greed
My eyes quiver open and a pain grasps my neck. “Hello?” I call into the gloom ahead. Nothing answers. I look down and realize I’m sitting, my legs engulfed under a thick fog. So thick, I could not even see them. The first thought that appeared was, is this what I think it is? The total darkness surrounding me was like the ashes from a volcano gravitating down upon eruption. My hands rise from under the fog beneath me. On my right, I hold my black notebook. My eyes wanted to fall out.
By Connor Bichelmeyer5 years ago in Horror
Et Tu?
The rain relieved him of his footing, his face kissed the ground roughly. Scrambling up, Marcus took off again into a quick sprint, clutching the duffel bag to his side. The rain leaked in through his collar, chilling him, there was a taste of blood in his mouth as he unconsciously licked at the newly made gap in his smile, and, oh boy, was he smiling.
By Zakary Ostrowski5 years ago in Horror
The Mysterious Black Book
Sarah’s big rottweiler, Jake, tugged at the leash. The air was crisp and smelled of the fresh snow that had just fallen last night. Her feet crunched in the snow and the light from her vest bobbed and illuminated the dark sidewalk in front of her.
By CeCe Thurston5 years ago in Horror
Blood and Dew
No matter how hard I try, I cannot stop looking at it... I turn away but I can still see it, on the walls, on the floor by my feet, behind my eyelids. It’s everywhere. I haven’t slept in days, I lie awake clutching onto it as if it was a part of me. My stomach growled in hunger, I can’t even hear it roaring like thunder anymore. My ears are trained on the black book, I cannot speak....
By Hannah Wright5 years ago in Horror
September 13th
After a long few days out of town and finally closing a few deals, it felt so good to be back in the city again. My city. Breathing in that polluted air. Yep, that was New York for you on any given day in the year, but on this crisp day in September, it felt different somehow. The energy felt different- not so hostile during rush hour.
By Ashanti Mckenzie5 years ago in Horror
Rising Water
Wake up. This was the first thought in my head. It’s not exactly the sort of thing one thinks upon first waking and the strangeness lured me out of unconsciousness, pulling me from the depths of oblivion up toward the surface. It was bright up there though, and I didn’t want to go. The first thing I saw was a concrete wall awash in dim, bluish fluorescence. There was a deep rumbling sound under my head, and a draft.
By Elizabeth 5 years ago in Horror
Black Book
Boom! Boom! Boom! Jared is ripped away from his afternoon nap by three loud knocks at the door. He stumbles off of his couch and makes his way to the apartment door. He rubs his eyes and lets out a yawn. Jared looks through the peephole and sees nothing but a dimly lit hallway.
By Rich Miller5 years ago in Horror
Shattered
The old house creaked and cracked as the storm intensified on the third and final day of what she considered a well-overpriced, dreadfully dull stay. It was a long shot, thinking this would amount to anything. The reviews online, while frustratingly lacking specificity, assured readers, this house would provide answers.
By Tera Brown5 years ago in Horror