psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
The Wedding
It had rained all night. The reflections of passing cars’ headlights flickered on the wet asphalt like a hundred burning lightbulbs on the brink of burning out. The BMW turned onto the country road leading to Devin, a tranquil spa town nestled in Smolyan Province, situated in the valley of the Vacha River in the far south of Bulgaria. Only the monotonous hum of the engine persisted, disturbing the serenity of the night.
By Silviya Rankova4 years ago in Horror
The Lurker of the Lake
Artek was not fond of adventure. Or travel. Or meeting new people. His greatest goal amounted to a dream of spending his days puttering in his shop putting together the contraptions that filled his mind to the brim. He snorted in irritation, his black goatee flapping. Melot, his ne’er-do-well stallion--named for his favorite food--gave a similar snort from his ruffling through the foliage behind him. Here he was, a man that hated travel, over a week’s ride from his home, all because the Gods had spoken to the village Elder using the Winds for the first time in literal decades. She had been just as puzzled as he, her wizened face smooth in trepidation and fear as she told him his task.
By Meagan Wall4 years ago in Horror
Through hell and high
There is something wrong with the water. I don't know that I can accurately make that statement, I don't know for sure that it is true. I understand in all probability that I can't really trust my reality, or my mind. I could well be going insane.
By Karen Cave4 years ago in Horror
The Lake
My sister lost her life at The Lake. A tranquil spot on the North East American coastline, close to Nova Scotia but not quite there, hidden and guarded by a thick wall of trees, crags impossible to navigate on foot and the occasional brown bear. Our town has one way in and one way out, built as a trading post between Canada and the US in the 1800s. It grew, then declined and what’s left is a small village with The Lake in the center. Too small for motor craft but kayaks and canoes are a-plenty throughout the year. At some point in time, people stopped calling The Lake by its proper name. It was, like most other bodies of water around these parts, named by the French fur traders who came to this part of America in search of Something Greater. Or to simply get away from a divided Europe. Le Lac Généreux soon became known as The Genie Lake in the 60s, 70s and 80s, developed into Lake G during the transition to the new Millennium, and simply became The Lake once the progressives started coming here for recreation.
By Donn Lawler4 years ago in Horror
Beat the Heat
S. Hileman Iannazzo “One Upon A Time” - My niece, Age Five. Locals still call it Daphne Manor. The same locals take the long way around to avoid stepping foot on its grounds. Gated and overgrown with weeds, the structure is dilapidated and bare. Its once vibrant paint is faded and chipped. Most of the windows are broken or boarded over. The deed still reads Margaret A. Daphne. Madam had been deceased for decades and had no heirs to inherit the beastly homestead.
By S. Hileman Iannazzo4 years ago in Horror
The Flies
The Flies by: Dennis R. Humphreys Do we ever really understand cause and effect. Politicians are famous for redirecting our attention to an effect an action has on creating it. Often the real effects go unnoticed until so called precautions are taken against a particular cause and the real problem arises centered around the real effect an action causes.
By Dennis Humphreys4 years ago in Horror
