psychological

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

Clones
I have a confession to make. I killed two people. To explain what happened I have to go back to the beginning of summer. I was outside mowing the grass. Living next to the woods I know there are all sorts of insects I have to watch out for. Well, one of those little suckers got the best of me and bit me on my lower back, close to my spine.
By Max M Power5 years ago in Horror
Last Meal
Damn, he was cold. So cold, in fact, it crept into the very marrow of his bones. His thin, wool blanket did nothing but make him itch, along with the lice. His 6' x 8' cell was so damp that the walls oozed with a fine sheen of water, glistening in the dull, yellow light coming from the catwalk.
By Riss Ryker5 years ago in Horror
Latterday
Something must be done with February and I'll tell you why. What I'm going to tell you may seem just a little out of the ordinary. Okay, a lot out of the ordinary. But I swear to you, it happened. I am not crazy, nor do I do partake in any sort of drug or imbibe in alcohol, which I'm not particularly fond of. I don't know how it happened, but I assure you, it did.
By Riss Ryker5 years ago in Horror
Truth or Dare?
“Truth or Dare?” Allie grinned at me, her face barely visible in the moonlight. My mouth was dry from anticipation and I felt a tickle in my throat as the dust from the corners of the abandoned cabin swirled around us. I coughed loudly. “What?”
By R.A. Anderson5 years ago in Horror
Cassius the 1st
Cassius awoke, his surroundings were dark. His last memory was laying down in his bed after a long day of celebration after winning a $20,000 cash prize online, much different than his normal routine of being a shut in.
By Roman DeArmas5 years ago in Horror
Midnight Blues
Early mornings are the worst time for the mind to wander. I usually wake up just after midnight. These days are heavily complimented by a pot of coffee in an attempt to get anything accomplished. Before the drip begins, I lay in bed, wishfully thinking I can go back to sleep. Only to quickly jump up from the most disturbing thoughts. Sure, I will get up for the day.
By M.A.C.5 years ago in Horror
Little Black Book
It was a dark, dusty, disgusting day. The sky was pitch black and shadowy. The climate was shrinking to a minus degree. The fog was slowly expanding. In such a weather that screamed the imperativeness of staying inside, I bravely stepped outside the front door of my haven and headed down the street. It had been months since I had visited the outside, and I knew if I failed to push myself to go out today, I did not know when I next would. The comfort of the bubble I had created for myself at home was starting to engulf my complete existence. However, if there was one place that came close to that feeling of assurance, it was the small high street library that bravely stood a few streets away. For as far back as my memory serves me, I had been visiting that library. Whether it be the early trips I took with my grandad at the age of 5, or the weekend visits I made with my sister at age 11 as part of our walks; that place had always been the place to go for when I needed an escape. So much so, that I was certain I had read every book in the fiction section at least twice. However today was the day that confidence was going to be doubted for the very first time. The journey to the library was usually around a fifteen-minute walk. With my eyes on the road, my mind in the clouds, and my eardrums dancing to the sound of the kpop music blasting through my earphones, I headed on my way.
By Maariya5 years ago in Horror
BEHIND THE MIRROR
I have created a life that is entirely my own. Like a puzzle, every piece rests in its perfect place and creates the perfect image. It isn’t my business that every now and then the table that it’s made on shakes.
By Arden Grace 5 years ago in Horror
A Thousand Drops
How long have I been in this dark place? Cut off from the day, separated from my future, with nothing but my painful past to while away the present. Every passing moment brings another drop. It is my torture. Drop, drop.
By Scott D. Williams5 years ago in Horror
The Long Walk
His eyes were quick and shifty as he looked across the desert he had been rudely dumped into. How could this have happened? He wondered, but wondering was meaningless, useless, and depressing. Wondering wouldn't get him out of this hot hell hole. Wondering couldn't send a helicopter down to pick him up and whisk him away to some tropical resort destination where he could be having a tequila sunrise with some hot babe in a string bikini. No, wondering did nothing. The sky above him started to shift from a dark purplish-grey to a faded blue. Morning was on its way and with it the heat would follow. There would be no hiding from what was about to happen. Only strategically planned moves. A game of chess on a board that was miles long and boiling hot.
By Fuzzy Slippers5 years ago in Horror
Ravings of Our End
As my research continued, I lost my grip on reality, so excuse my breach of safety in the concerns of how you see myself. I will begin in the time of brief conscience against my even-now swift approaching end. Our constant flow towards an end written always.
By Micah Longmire5 years ago in Horror
A Twisted Dream: The Faceless Ones
Rarely do I recall my dreams. Only the most twisted linger long enough after I wake for me to record the strange details. I often question what events in my waking life must trigger my subconscious to create such intense, fascinating nightmares. What elements must be real. What creatures must lurk beneath a disguise of human flesh in broad daylight, what instinct senses them just enough to draw them into my mind as I sleep. But I digress. Here is a recent twisted dream.
By Jennifer W.5 years ago in Horror