psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
Snake Fear!
SNAKE FEAR Joe was walking along the country road, the gravel making small sounds at times as he made deliberate steps. There was no other traffic on the road at this time of day and Joe was walking down the middle of the road just in case. He was feeling pretty good about himself for just being out here walking. Especially on a road that had grass and brush on both sides. He glanced over to the sides out of habit, then cajoled himself for it. Just keep walking buddy, he told himself. You are out here finally doing this, as the therapist suggested.
By rob streit5 years ago in Horror
Lockdown lovers
This lockdown. This pesky, bloody virus, affecting my virility. It's not only making everyone scared and miserable, it's wrecking my damn love life. This pandemic is poking a hole in my perversions. Calling a halt to my hanky-panky happenings. Putting a stop to my sensual shenanigans.
By Karen Cave5 years ago in Horror
That which Could Be
Sometimes the familiar isn’t familiar enough. As I come home with my dog after an early morning walk, the same door that would normally welcome me back pushes me away with an ominous presence. Cold winds swirl before me, rustling fall leaves before my feet, but the chill I feel comes from within. I delay the inevitable by snapping some photos of white wooden door, its fire-like glow radiating into the blue of early morning. The warmth contrasts with the cold dread that burns like dry ice in my chest.
By Jennifer Black5 years ago in Horror
Christmas Is A Family Affair
Shepherd’s pie and yams were her little Lawrence’s favourite. She bustled around the kitchen, checking on the casserole in the oven and the yams on the stove. He would be here soon, along with the rest of the family, to celebrate Christmas as a family. She glanced at the clock: 5:46 p.m. They usually gathered for dinner at 6:30 sharp, so there was still time. Her daughter Summer was always getting into trouble, so who knew what she was even doing at this minute, and her son Lawrence was probably helping his young son with homework, or something else. She paused, spatula in hand. What was her grandson’s name again?
By Annabelle Liao5 years ago in Horror
Who Left These Bloody Footprints?
The night was cold, like any other late-summer night in Michigan. I ended it just like previous nights, as I had developed a routine. Every night, I would drink tea and read in bed until my tea was finished. Then, I would lay down and allow myself to be taken away. Throughout the night, I tossed and turned, unable to find a good position to sleep in. I awakened a few times in between those turns and could feel something wasn't right. My foot confirmed that feeling as it tingled most throughout my slumber, feeling as if a million little critters swarmed the bones of my right foot.
By CreepyAuthor5 years ago in Horror
Spiders in My Lungs
It was late into the night when you visited me, my back to the the sheets and mouth open wide my snores a sounding call to your future nest. It was pitch black in the abyss that was my eyelids as the you approached the open cavity that was my nose. Your 8 legs tired from the journey a few egg sacks on your back carrying the future of your kind, you wanted a safe place for your young, and I was a victim of circumstance. Yet unbeknownst to me you so did crawl into my nose which alarmed me to an extent at the blockage of air making it's way to my lungs. You stay silent and still hiding in the dirty cave of bacteria as you waited for me to lull myself to sleep in my half awake state. This place just wouldn't do, so you made your way inwards determined to find the perfect location despite my fears, or at least the protests I would have if I was awake.
By Blaze Herrero5 years ago in Horror
Pickering's Flat
Pickering’s Flat It was 3.30pm in the afternoon and my pal, Fin and I thought it might be a great decision to go camping.. Fin, a fine, flamboyant and fluid creature was always full of wonderfully enticing and often nature inspired ideas. Me, Lenny, who is often halfway between a big anxious ball of worry and what ifs while simultaneously sporting a big case of FOMO (fear of missing out) always feels a strong desire to follow through with them because sometimes visits with Fin are far and few in between.
By Ellen James5 years ago in Horror
The Fear That Flickers
How likely is it that creatures exist lurking in our dark places? Think of it this way: Throughout the course of human history everything that happened had to happen just the way it did in order for things to line up, your parents to meet, and you to exist.- For better or worse.- I’m far from a statistician. Hell, I failed math at least once. I’d feel safe putting the odds at something in the one in million range. That’s you buddy, you’re one in a million. It’s for that reason I have to apologize that you also happen to be unfortunate enough to come across this… I would urge you to turn around now as this is not something you can unlearn and, worse still, the truth won’t protect you from them. Not Daemons and especially not Ifrits.
By Shi-Tokey Slim5 years ago in Horror
The Mist
They say no one outruns the Mist. It is something forsaken by the rest of the world... an eldritch horror leftover from a darker, more sinister age. Unknowable, it swallows up anyone foolish enough to enter it’s despotic grasp. They say that once you enter, you can never leave. You are doomed to a life of aimless wandering, living out your days in desperate search of an exit until time slowly erodes your mind into madness.
By Alexander Dart5 years ago in Horror
Pickering's Flat
Pickering’s Flat It was 3.30pm in the afternoon and my pal, Fin and I thought it might be a great decision to go camping.. Fin, a fine, flamboyant and fluid creature was always full of wonderfully enticing and often nature inspired ideas. Me, Lenny, who is often halfway between a big anxious ball of worry and what ifs while simultaneously sporting a big case of FOMO (fear of missing out) always feels a strong desire to follow through with them because sometimes visits with Fin are far and few in between.
By Ellen James5 years ago in Horror
