psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
Seeing Is Believing
The elderly physician had been loved by many, and there was great mourning when he died. Some said he was a miracle worker, an angel from above sent to rid the world of birth defects and childhood maladies. His glory would live on for long after he was gone - or so it was said.
By Angela Denise Fortner Roberts4 years ago in Horror
Peace Be With You
The sun accosted a desert plain. It’s only defining feature the spiders web of cracks that split the reddish brown dirt. It was silent, not even the barest wind swept through the eternal oven. Waves of heat rising off the scorched earth comprised the only movement amid the desolation. Though if you were to gaze deep into the endless plain of writhing silent heat you may catch a glimpse of a dark figure, the mirage of a weather beaten man walking across the desert.
By Shane Neufeld4 years ago in Horror
XXI
XXI Humans, just look at them, each involved in their own little world; oblivious to everything around them, including me. I was human once, but I’ve strengthened into something more, greater, superior to what I once was. Now I look at these creatures as a wolf looks at a rabbit, or a cheetah at a gazelle. They are nothing more than prey. My quarry has unwittingly wandered within the boundaries of my hunting grounds at the end of Canal Street. The elevated railway line casts a perpetual shadow onto the pedestrian walkway below, obscuring sunlight during the day and blocking the glow from the city’s lights at night; it’s a predator’s paradise. Now I must choose my evening’s entertainment.
By Mark Gagnon4 years ago in Horror
Flight of the Blue Jay
Did I do it? That is the strange question running through my mind. Rain drizzled on the stained glass window in front of me. My fingers traced the outline of the blue jay, wishing I could be free from the uncertainty. The stairs behind me creaked, making me jump out of my skin.
By Brittany Mitchell4 years ago in Horror
Cranial Abyss
A whimper near my right ear awakens me. I tried shifting my head in its direction but couldn't. The other limbs didn't move either. I was pinned down. I swiftly ran a look across the room. There was no one around, but I still couldn't shake the feeling like someone was watching over me. Once again, I hear it, and at the same time, a spark flutters near my right foot.
By PALAK KANWAR 4 years ago in Horror
The 4 hour plan
Was this all life had to offer? Was I even really guilty? I had nothing to be afraid of, I was the star of this town. Not a single soul would ever find out, to them I was perfect, the perfect son of the perfect father. I wrapped my mind of who I had become, proud. As I walked up the stage the candles burned bright, they left the lingering smell of paraffin wax stuck in the air with nowhere to go. The floorboards creaked at every step I took towards the centre. I adjusted the mic, a loud transmission exploded through the speakers and I caught the attention of the teary eyes weighing me down at their sight. “Hello everyone, my name is Sid Srinivas, son of Vikram Srinivas”, I readjusted my tone “thank you for coming, my father would have appreciated knowing how much he meant to all of you”. The crocodile tears were unreal, no one really cared if he lived or died, I did them a favour. My father was a monster, he deserved this. I could hear myself saying this made up story how he was a true hero, every bone in my body screamed “lie, lie, lie”, what I wished I had said was “ he was a pathetic mad man who made everyone around him feel small. I smiled and told a room full of strangers he was the best dad anyone could ask for, he gave us everything. This was not the time or the place to expose my true feelings. I had already done what I needed to. The floorboards creaked heavier and closer to me, I felt the cold hands of Father Samuel against my very own fingers pressing them to tell me I had done great, he makes money off this service he doesn’t care. I walked off the stage and waited for the rest of this ceremony to be over. The only explanation was the money they were after, could anyone actually like this man? I waited for everyone to leave the building it was tiresome waiting on people to tell me their condolences, just to say “yes I’m fine, thank you” as if any of that could bring someone back to life. It was finally empty and I couldn’t wait to go home, Gunner was a little troubled these days so he needed me.
By Ruthmalini Somasundaram4 years ago in Horror
