psychological

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

Committed
When one gets to the end of one's rope, and all one can do is let go, one might finally realize that there really is something that will break the fall.
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Horror
Cognitive Behavioral Therapy
I am going to start by saying I am terrified of spiders. Actually, terrified is to mild of a word to describe it. In fact it got to be so bad, that my boss told me that if I did not overcome my fears, that they would have to fire me, since it was getting in the way of me working.
By Purrie Graham6 years ago in Horror
Parasite
With a heavy breath, she exhaled. Laying prostrate in the overgrown grass on her parent's front lawn, an oak tree looming over her with its Spanish moss dripping from its limbs, she closed her eyes and breathed. The sky clouded over to a somber gray and, in a garbled voice, bellowed in discontent. Soon enough, the rain followed suit, and in a codependent venture of melancholy, it stormed. All the while, the girl lay still. With each luke-warm drop of rain, she seemed to melt into the grass, into the dirt. To melt would be a fine thing to do, but she'd settle for the simulation.
By Samantha Harward6 years ago in Horror
Life’s Ruts
Life’s Ruts Tears streak down my face as I struggle awake to stop the incessant beeping. “Just a horrible dream,” I tell myself. I reach to feel the comforting warmth of my still-sleeping wife before rising. Blood red neon informs me it is five-o-eight, July second. The day after Canada’s birthday.
By Frank Talaber6 years ago in Horror
Azrael’s Whispers
Azrael’s Whispers Desecraters of tombs, looters plucking at baubles, that’s what we were. Crowbars levered at nails screeching in protest like babies torn from their mother's womb as we tore at the boards erected to bar entrance to this once-hallowed ground. I stared at rust flows etching down cedar planks, outlining the vestiges of the Catholic cross that once stood over the doorway. White paint crumbled, graying under the oppressive touch of the sun’s heat, only to be swept away by the breath of wind and rain’s caress to dim lands of memory’s fading passages. Haphazardly nailed plywood concealed stained-glass windows that once danced with the colors of heaven. None of us knew when this old angel of grace had been closed up, but I felt the whispers singing by my as the old doors creaked open.
By Frank Talaber6 years ago in Horror
Hired Hearts
I take a step backward as the towering man steps forward from the shadows of the house. He is a man of dark complexion, maybe Middle Eastern? His brow furrows as he takes surprisingly light and swift steps to arrive at my side. I take another step backwards, but not before he grabs me by the upper arm.
By Chloe Holzman6 years ago in Horror
What It Wants
Dear me They don't know what's wrong with me. I tell them about it but they tell me that everything will be fine or okay, but I doubt it. I see him staring at me, crouching in the corner in the dark. its grin almost ear to ear, so abnormal. I try to ignore it, trying to act like I'm not afraid of it but deep down I know that if I put my guard down it will attack. I have been dealing with this for about 3 to 4 years, feeling the burn as he stares into my soul speaking a million words per minute, hoping it gets to me. I will tell you that this demon is something I hate but also something I agree with a lot. it's weird to say that you would agree with a demon but...
By Mateo Herrera JR6 years ago in Horror
Shadowed
“Whispers so close to your ear you would think somebody were there,” “Why do you think you’re having these episodes?” The psychologist asked.
By Paul Schembri6 years ago in Horror
Hired Hearts
“Portia!” I cry, tripping over myself as I run towards the burning building. Did she make it out? Is she still alive? The last time she saw me was looking up at me in fear and disgust from the ground of the parking lot this morning. I have to find her.
By Chloe Holzman6 years ago in Horror
smiles all around
Warning: mentions of blood Smiles all around as I sliced the cakes accordingly, this was a peaceful moment. Back into the dining room, I sat with three most important people in my life , all of us gathered at last- they deserved to be saved from their lives of torture of work. The night started of as laughter, food and reminiscing of past events and memories coating my brain with a sense of nostalgia and belonging. My light-coloured hair had been curled to perfection, my lips painted red showcasing my sparkling , innocent smile and my dress hugged my body tightly which caught the attention of John as I served up the meals. His lustful gaze flicked across my body repeatedly throughout the night, at least I had him hooked since the night began - it would make him more easy to surprise. During the meals, that sense of belonging soon changed to anger as Cassie recalled on a group memory of the previous night at the cinema...which I wasn't there for. I had been neglected once again. The familiar fearful feeling of anxiety and jealousy ignited in my stomach as I clenched my nails into the palm of my hand- but those marks can't ever be as permanent as the ever growing feeling of not belonging. Continuing their conversation, I excused myself to the kitchen to gather the cake and plates:
By Madeline Ashley6 years ago in Horror
The love of my death
You think you can escape from me? I will never let that happen. You are mine, oh love. I first saw you across the street, and you caught my eye. Immediately, you had my heart. From that first moment I could not back off.
By Karen Cave6 years ago in Horror
Think twice before you blink.
This story is a warning for the young and old for the innocent and veteran's corrupted already by today's world. I want to tell you my story that took place in 2003 in the middle of Japan. You can call me Lana. I was sixteen years of age blue eyes and my hair had been turned strawberry blond for work I'm of Eastern European descent. I was brought over to Japan for a modeling contract and I wished for an experience of culture to learn a new language to taste authentic food to meet new friends and possibly a boy. Learn history etc. at my age I was aware of the danger but I never would have thought what was next in this chapter of my life would happen to anyone let alone me. My agent in Japan was named Kiyoko. She picked me up from the airport and got me to sign my paperwork she was a model herself and was tall with long black hair we chatted while in her car and brought me to an empty apartment. I was used to sharing an apartment with other girls from my last gig in Hong Kong. It was a small loft-style room on the ground floor of a small apartment building. With thin windows and my living room was my kitchen. I was used to small spaces so having a room to myself was exciting and very freeing. I spoke some Japanese already from lessons in school when I was living with my family in South Korea. I set up my Laptop to let my family know I was safe and I made it to Japan okay. They were only a few hour flights away in South Korea. I unpacked my bags and walk around the neighborhood. My first experience was looking for a grocery store nearby. I found my way back home to see a note on my door. It was in Hiragana and back then google translate wasn't even an app at that time. I thought nothing of it and put the note on my countertop to have someone translate it for me. I thought nothing of it as I made my lunch for the next day. I opened my window to only find my lock on the window broken. I e-mailed Kiyoko to have someone please fix my lock because I was on the ground floor. I went to bed and slept with a light on.
By Dea.6 years ago in Horror