psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
Ten steps
Ten steps, he was ten steps behind me. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9, 10, each step ringing eerily through my empty house. Horror widened my eyes, noting that he took all of my knives. Shit, I thought to myself. My heart was pounding as hard as the migraine that sent me to bed earlier that evening. A shadow of a man darted across my view, hiding in the darkest corner of the house. Almost as if he was waiting for me to come out, and make it easier for him to kill me. Not long from now Keith Morrison would be describing my crime, and sharing the same two pictures. My parents would mumble some generic crap about how I was a good person who would be missed. The irony is that they hadn’t spoken to me for years, letting the crocodile tears fall as if they knew me.
By Brittany Mitchell4 years ago in Horror
In Darkness
"It was supposed to be a simple expedition..." These were the words uttered by Jonathan, our leader and head archaeologist at the Apex University. The remainder of his group sat silently around the flame of a makeshift torch, their last ember of hope. Only the four of them remained, everyone else having been swallowed by the darkness around them, the screams still echoing through the dark tunnels.
By Payton Adams4 years ago in Horror
Anesthetic Dreams
First Awake I recall the moment of regained consciousness. What I can not recall is the moment of understanding as to the why of it. Then I recall darkness. Black darker than any black imagined or produced by man. Stars, shooting stars all around. Magnificent colors, so vivid the color dripped from them like Fourth of July sparklers. The laughter came next, then the people. Some I knew, many I did not but, they knew me and it seemed comfortable.
By Gypsie (Ami) Offenbacher-Ferris4 years ago in Horror
The Backyard p.2
Startled by my own breath, I had awakened in an unfamiliar room. I wondered where my mom and brothers were. Rising to my feet I moved closer to the door, placing my ear to it. I began to hear footsteps approach. A woman opens it. I immediately yell, “Where is my family?” She said nothing moving closer to me, she grabs me by the arm as I prepare to fight her. “Timothy” she yells, a big, tall man enters the room. “Since you want to fight, fight him”, says the woman as she moves toward the hall. “Don’t you touch me Majin Buu” I screamed at him. He proceeds to grab me. “I can walk, and I don’t need any help”, as I snatch away moving towards the hall. She leads me down a long hallway. I noticed that there weren’t any windows in my room or in this hallway. There were a lot of room doors though. I began to hear lots of voices as we got closer to doors at the end of the hall which led into some sort of dungeon cafeteria. Everyone had on the same uniforms with different colors. I expected the less people with different colors are higher ranked. The woman turns around looks at me and pulls out 2 zip ties and motions me to lift my hands.
By Melanie D1V1NiTY Montgomery4 years ago in Horror
By the Stroke of Twelve
Tolover Perez was alone. Nothing but his thoughts, his fear and the eerie echoes of the darkened prison to kept him company. He sat stiffly on the edge of his cot, hands on his knees, and stared at the peeling pea green wall in front of him. He didn’t want to move, didn’t even want to blink. He controlled each breathe with the determination of an asthma sufferer.
By Laura Ball4 years ago in Horror
