psychological

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

As I breathe
"I'm going to be ok." Kara threw her head between her knees, desperately trying to catch her breath. The walls of the small office began to warp and close in on her. She could hear the voices in her head getting louder.
By Anissa Marie5 years ago in Horror
White Knuckle Driver
I was on the phone with my latest best friend Etta. She had recently asked me to take her to the airport. As well as my aversion to driving, I hated disappointing people and found it difficult to say no, especially when I thought someone needed me and had taken the opportunity to befriend me. Others who understand friendships much better than I do know there are two favors that will test any friendship, helping a friend move and taking a friend to the airport.
By Mindy Reed5 years ago in Horror
Mr. Threadbare
Before Mr Threadbare was named as such, he was a fastidious, one-time rather renown tailor with the given name of Ira Burrand. In tandem with his fellow tailor and on-off lover Jasper Munet, Ira ran the upmarket tailoring and altering shop Bespoke Bostonian in a side road off Newbury Street - the shopping area of choice for the wealthy and dapper citizens of Boston, Massachusetts.
By jamie harding5 years ago in Horror
Moll Pitcher
She stood facing the large window overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. She heard the rumbling of the auditorium behind her as people filled in the seats. She watched as the ship in the far horizon slowly slipped away into the sunset. She desperately wanted to be aboard that ship- but she had a job to do here, and she could not just leave. She summed a welcoming smile and turned to face the guest.
By Rose Loren Geer-Robbins5 years ago in Horror
Movement Detected
Blip I looked down at my phone and saw the notification from my smart camera app. Notification: Movement detected in Living Room.
By Joshua Campbell5 years ago in Horror
Below darkened skies
Ever since I was little, I had this reoccurring dream. I am in a small boat drifting away, all the while I heard the sounds of people crying and the splashing of water as if something was dropping into the sea. And before I could make sense of it all, I would wake up cold and shivering as if I had just come out of the water after a swim.
By Rachelle Baird5 years ago in Horror
I Know Him
I know him like no one else. I know just about every single thing there is to know about him. I know that he brought peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch every single day up until the ninth grade. I know that he switched majors twice in college and graduated a year late because of it. I know that he goes back to his apartment every evening at 7:00 PM by bus, and that he always had a glass of wine at 7:30 PM. I know that he does his laundry on Thursday evenings, and that he uses the broken drying machine along the back wall that accepts 50 cents less than it should.
By P.L.5 years ago in Horror
Cage Sweet Cage
Around six months or so later, they were as far away from his old home as possible. Deep, deep, deep into the woods of some mountain with no neighbors for miles. Or at least that's what it looked like. From the few times he'd gotten a look out of the windows to the outside.
By Raphael Fontenelle5 years ago in Horror
Behind the Sun
I walked the desert like a fool. Alone and thirsty, I was searching for a reason to continue my journey. I crawled relentless in a dirty garment no educated mind would dare wear. It didn’t matter. I wore it well. They could never possibly see that nothing mattered, not behind the sun.
By Diana Hayes5 years ago in Horror
One is the loneliest number
Susan sat quivering, hunched in the corner of her room, eyes wide in pure terror as she heard her daughter's voice call from downstairs again
By Rob5 years ago in Horror
Us
Beth walks into the restaurant as if her name is on the flashing sign outside, and heads straight to the patio full of tables.
By D Allen 5 years ago in Horror
Merlot Murder
On the countertop, a shattered wine glass slowly drips its rich, velvety contents onto the white oak flooring. Its fragmented pieces positioned like rocks in a stream, guiding the flow of the ruby red liquid to its endpoint. Drop after drop, the Merlot puddle continues to form, a stark contrast against the light wood. Its bold flavors of cherry and blackberry merging with the citrusy scent of the floor cleaner. Nearby, a figure lies haphazardly, slowly creating its own pool of Merlot with soft notes of iron. The figure’s thick chestnut hair is strewn across its face, and a glowing smartphone brightly displaying the numbers 9-1 rests in its limp hand.
By Silvia Spinn5 years ago in Horror