psychological

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

Lets Play/Dolly
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. I’d never seen anyone in there before, it was always abandoned, if anything, the only use nowadays was kids using it to hang out and smoke or drink.
By Lauren Sinead Stockdale4 years ago in Horror
Conscious Shadows
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. I was merely on the walk back to my house as this caught my peripherals. I turned away and tried to just ignore it, but couldn’t help but pick up pace a little bit. A shiver ran up my spine. Nobody was usually in these woods, that’s why I bought my house out here. I hurried down the trail, running from the prickling sensation that someone was watching me.
By Dawn Constant 4 years ago in Horror
Don't cheat death.
I wake up excited for my 8th grade class photo. I get ready as fast as I can and as I'm running out the door to my bus stop I yell goodbye to my mom. My excitement for the class photo was overwhelming and seemed to make the school day fly by. Once the last bell rang I ran outside to search for my friends. The class picture was being taken on the steps at the back of the school that faces a field where the playground is for the younger classes. Everyone in my grade was finding their friends and choosing their steps to sit on for the picture. Once I found my friends we sat down and waited impatiently for the principal to take our picture. She finally started asking us to quiet down so we could hear her count down so my friends and I started to get into the poses we wanted to for the picture. I sat in the middle of my two best friends so I chose to put my arms around both of them and just smile. The principal started counting down but just before she got to one there was an explosion from underneath us. The stairs were turned to rubble and I could see my best friends go flying before landing on the hard concrete. They were both unconscious, and so were most of the other students in my class. Some were screaming in pain from losing limbs or being crushed by the rubble the stairs became. Some were being burned by flames that came from the ground and caught their clothes on fire.
By Ashard 964 years ago in Horror
Good Boy
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Well, years are relative, but it surely seems like it’s been that long. Then again, I’m seven, so what do I know?
By Nicole Bible4 years ago in Horror
The Cabin, the Candle, and...Crap!
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. “Abandoned”, is an interesting and apt word here. Originally, from the 14th Century French word, “Abandonner”, it meant things like: “surrender, yield, or relinquish control utterly”. So here, with this image in mind, it may well be a good thing to remember- words and images have power.
By Ariel Schlesinger4 years ago in Horror
Jason's Folly
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Two teens crouched and hid in bushes just feet away.
By Esteban Burgos4 years ago in Horror
The Writing on The Wall
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." Well okay, okay let me start over since we have new listeners. When I was younger, many years ago, the highlight of the Summer used to be the annual family camp out. We would get together on some land that was your great Grandpa, and Grandma’s. In reality its land that had been in the family name since maybe even around Indian times.
By Jordan Flynn4 years ago in Horror
Enigma
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Agatha had been waiting for quite some time to sit down and finish her story. She had procrastinated, as most writers tend to do, long enough. She needed inspiration, so she decided to write in the creepiest place she could find. The light sound of tree branches tapping on the roof, the whistle of the wind, and the slight flicker of the candle flame added to the eeriness. The atmosphere was unsettling to say the least, yet she could only reread her opening line.
By Michael Crone4 years ago in Horror
Tale of Horror: The Travers Cabin
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The cabin used to be owned by a professor, Eugene Travers. Eugene met an untimely end in 1942. Before his gruesome death, he was well known up and down the southern coast of Maine for his skills in taxidermy and his eccentric behavior. People travelled from all over to have their dearly departed pets preserved by Mr. Travers. He had a gift of making them appear so lifelike that often upon return to their owners they would reel in shock of how lively their pet still looked despite being stiff and cold just weeks before.
By Dena Ray4 years ago in Horror
Up in Smoke
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The writer frowned at the sentence from his cramped little desk in just such a cabin, but he kept writing anyway.
By Sarah Shea4 years ago in Horror
The Ritual
“It is not, I think, in the realm of man that consciousness truly lies. There must be another - some great Beyond - to balance the harsh mathematics of reality. This other I brand Elsewhere, home of our queen.”
By PhoenixWrites4 years ago in Horror
We Can Do Tricks
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Inside, Donny and Craig argued. They always fought a lot growing up, but this time is different. The stress is getting to Donny, six years the younger of the brothers. He’s only five days clean. His beard is a wild, unwashed tangle and the sleeveless Don’t Tread on Me tee he’s wearing is stained with a streak of ketchup. Craig can tell his brother’s wound up way too tight. Donny keeps stabbing the hunting magazines on the coffee table with his Bowie, like he’s playing mumbly-peg with an invisible hand.
By P. D. Murray4 years ago in Horror