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 Devil Watches over Me
Every night for as long as I could remember, I always knew there was something watching me from the shadows and the corners of my room. It has always been a disturbing feeling yet over time I became used to it. I can't call it my guardian angel because it wasn't. Even though it watched over me 24 hours of the day, it wasn't there to protect me. If it was there to protect me, then it would keep my nightmares away from me. Those nightmares would get worse and worse over the years of my childhood. The worst one I can remember was always of me standing face to face with the Devil. It was always the same dream, we just glared at each other. He looked at me with pure hatred and I looked at him with rage and fear. It always felt like he took something from me and that was something that I would not understand until recently.
By Freddy Cabrera8 years ago in Horror
Frozen Forest
The Cold swept around the forest carrying its chilly hand over every branch on every tree. Her long, wicked fingers ran through the leaves, leaving a layer of frost as her trademark. Below the frozen canopy and lying on a thick tree root, slept a young woman. Her breath created white miniature clouds in the air. The cold reached down and pressed her icy finger on the woman’s nose, breaking the dream that she was having.
By Alexia Martinez8 years ago in Horror
Spectrophobia
I try to avoid mirrors, or my reflection to be more accurate, at all costs. It's just not for me and I don't quite understand why others spend hours looking into one, what do they see that I don't? Do they see the afterlife? A world unbeknownst to me? A world that I am forever forbidden to lay my eyes on or ever step foot in? It could be nothing. They could just be looking at narcissism himself, but how should I know? I don't see a damn thing. To be honest, I haven't looked in a mirror in ages, I've forgotten what I don't see. Maybe if I look, just once, I'll be able to see? No! I can't! Wait, what is this pain in my hand?
By Justine Lagos8 years ago in Horror
Tangerine Lights
From the dim under the bathroom door she could only be certain of one thing. The tangerine light. She curled in the corner of that bathroom every night, ready. Ready for what, she wasn’t sure. But she curled her hands into balls and sat on them and waited, knowing the one thing she was sure about the tangerine lights. The only essence of color that wiggled its way into that bathroom, splashing all over the tile floor. She was shivering. The tile looked warm from the light but was cold and uninviting, hostile to the touch. The closer she moved toward the door the more of her exposed skin brushed the tile, raising the hairs on her neck.
By Jordan Bertram8 years ago in Horror
Premonitory Dreams Vs. Regular Dreams
Where do I start? I guess It all started when I was young. Dreaming... There are dreams that you feel awake, there are some that you suddenly wake up from because you feel like you're falling off of a cliff, to the nightmares, to the dreams that feel so real you can't tell the difference between real life and the dream itself, to the ones you can't run or punch anything when in a compromised position, to the ones that you know you're dreaming so you decide to be the bad ass you've always been but… slightly more dramatic I guess.
By kaley holmes8 years ago in Horror
'Long Lost'
Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. My heart starts to race again, synchronized to the rhythm of the boots. Sweat beads poured down my face and into my eyes. I'm scared. I start to feel lightheaded. The sound came back to surface. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom—silence—the boots came to a halt and everything went dark.
By Ciara Saucier8 years ago in Horror
Unforgettable Nightmares
We all have those kinds of dreams and nightmares we can't forget. Now those ones that you wake up from and hear yourself catch your breath and shoot straight up from—those may stick with you for life. Some of those nightmares can continue when you're awake. Now some very vivid and descriptive nightmares I've had I can still remember from about four years back, and they are quite scary. One night it was when I was working at an amusement park so it happened to be Disney at that time. I was a night guard on watch with a big screen in front of me.
By Alex Wyntre8 years ago in Horror
Why I Hate Sleeping
When I tell people I hate sleeping, they are generally shocked by this confession. And to be fair, I can see where people are coming from. Our society and societies around the world love sleep. A time to rest, relax, and dream of new worlds. People find sleep to be one of the few undisputed pleasures this world has to offer, but I don't experience sleep as much of the population may seem to.
By Gustavo Aguilar8 years ago in Horror
Trapped
The days go by in a blur, they blend together like paint. One day its orange, but then the other day which is blue, blends in with the orange. Making it a different color and a different day, she doesn't realize I'm here. She goes through the days oblivious to my existence, before the darkness faded from her life she knew I was here. Ashlyn knew I was here because I protected her from the bad things. When the darkness was in her life, I had to protect her from it, she could only trust me, but then the light came. The light came to her in a blue suit and a badge; the light took her away from the darkness and into a brighter life. As the light grew, I began to fade away. Ashlyn forgot about me, stored me away in the back of her mind along with the other dark things. "Hey, Ash! Are you still coming to my party tonight?" The sound of her new light speaking causes me to stir.
By Jinx Cipriano8 years ago in Horror
