psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
Happy Wife Inc., Ch. 1
[BETHANY] On the morning of their wedding day, they projected tornadoes. They had planned to be married in the rose gardens on her grandmother’s farm. It had been planted by Bethany’s great-great-great grandfather for his daughters when a company he owned found success shipping wood pellets. It was an obscure business that had long since been sold, but the grandeur of the family home remained to stand witness to the economic success that was William Brage. Past storms had damaged the home, which they had repaired to a more modern era, and had destroyed the outbuildings, which had never been rebuilt, but the rose garden had never seen any appreciable damage.
By Kathryn Brown5 years ago in Horror
BLACK
Sarah finished the dishes in the white porcelain sink and looked out the kitchen window toward her neighbor’s apartment. She could see her neighbor sitting alone at his card table, draped with a white sheet, eating his TV dinner. Their apartments were so close, she could read the package of his meal; Salisbury steak with green peas and instant mashed potatoes. It was a warm summer’s night and Sarah could feel the sweat dripping down her back, making her wife-beater tank top cling to her body like a small child to his mother’s leg. She ripped off a paper towel from the roll that lay next to the sink and wiped her hands, then wiped down the cracked white tiled countertops. As she stood there she could feel the day weighing heavy on her body like a weighted blanket that had been draped over her shoulders. She thought about all the things that still needed to be done before she went to bed and wished she had someone to help her, but that someone always came with a price she reminded herself; a price she was not willing to pay. She’s made that mistake once, twice, three times before and had paid her dues. Now she has chosen to be alone and carry the weighted blanket like the cape of a Royal Queen. Deep in thought, Sarah heard a small voice yell out,
By Kyla Jane Barker5 years ago in Horror
Whispers in The Void
CHAPTER ONE: JUST A BOOK. “Adella, honey! Come down here please.” My mom screamed from downstairs. I did not want to leave the comfort of this attic; I was happy here. I spend most of my time reading books or searching for new books to read. The characters feel more like family to me than my parents do. Sad, I know, but when you grow up with a pile of books looking after you, it’s sort of hard to see things otherwise. “Adella! I am not going to ask again, come down here!” Mom screamed again. I closed my book, and headed downstairs to see what all the fuss was about. “Finally, for goodness sakes Adella, I have been calling your name for at least 15 minutes! What on God’s earth were you doing up there?” “I was reading mom, sorry.” She always does this, she screams my name and asks what I was doing, like the answer will ever change. “I wanted to ask you a very important question.” “What is it?” I replied confidently, but I was honestly very scared, she never asks me anything important. It’s always, “What are you doing” “What would you like for dinner” or “How was your day?” Never important things.
By Trinity Paige Michiels5 years ago in Horror
Etheria
So, there is a town hidden in a mountain range somewhere in the Midwest. The town is not like any regular town. When it was first established, its inhabitants were made up of officers, guards, nurses, and doctors of all different areas of expertise. The town itself looks like a Hollywood set. Fake grass, some fake trees, and bushes, even some of the houses have fake families sat around like props, and yes, there are even fake animals.
By Onyx Perth5 years ago in Horror
A Night to Remember. Content Warning.
I remember her, that day so clearly imprinted. I remember the way her shadow danced under the street lights. The way her silhouette crept up each building she passed. She was beautiful. Golden red hair and freckles that neatly collected upon her face. Emerald eyes that shine like diamond rings. Perfect teeth, I wonder what she ate that night.. Ahh.. if only she knew who I was. If only she had known how much I had admired her beauty.
By Ghoulishtale Studios5 years ago in Horror
The Timekeeper. Content Warning.
Ah, yes the softness of his skull was my favorite sound. Nothing like the feel of someone new at my fingertips. He looked so innocent just sitting there. A statue greatly posed. So limply placed upon his throne. It had to be done. For every time he gazed at me with those eyes. A shiver sent up my spine. As to what I held to my surprise. His lifeless eyes bluster within my soul. Judgmental from the great beyond. I am sane, it's dreadfully so. But in life those eyes were never kind. It haunts me, I must hide him. Blood from every orifice fills his face. I must hide him soon before neighbors catch foul play. I need his hideous eyes to go away. Ah, but his beauty was here to stay. Where oh where must you go. Stuffed in the grandfather clock. Tick tock, the time flies by. I had only seconds left. I pushed his heavy body in the ticking tower. He will not stay, so stubborn I must say. I proceeded to tape it shut. All in time for a knock at my chamber door. Hurriedly placing a cloth on my prize. With a deep breath, I opened my door.
By Ghoulishtale Studios5 years ago in Horror
The Art of Being Unsure
I think of it as a skill, being unsure, for how can one ever be sure that they are unsure? As my mind trails off on to another tangent, my index finger weaves around the lace doily on my grandmother's oak dining table, tracing its delicate loops and floral patterns and for a moment I wish I could be a design, perhaps a character in a painting. Oozing beauty but lifelessness.
By Chelsei St Paul5 years ago in Horror
