psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
Surprise
“I should definitely not be doing this alone.” Sara thought as she slid into the driver’s seat and pulled the door closed behind her. “Whatever I need to get out of the house.” She had been working remotely for a little over a year now with little to no human interaction outside of her husband Ryan. Sara is a text-book introvert: outgoing and personable but requiring 72 hours alone for every one hour spent with other humans. Even still, some days she swore those four walls inched closer together every time she looked up from her computer screen.
By Samantha Morton5 years ago in Horror
Symbiosis
sym·bi·o·sis ˌ simbīˈōsəs,ˌsimbēˈōsəs/
By Brittany Taylor 5 years ago in Horror
No Good Deed
When I met him he smelled of peppermint and honey. What an odd scent for a man to have I remember thinking to myself at the time. It was overpowering but gentle like thick poison lulling me to sleep. I wish I could blame my downfall on that. That would be easy. Simple.
By Brittany Taylor 5 years ago in Horror
The Sacrifice
Shawn sat in silence looking at the pictures on his phone. Taken last summer. It was the last time they had a chance to take a trip, the last time they laughed like that. A night out in a new city. She was stunning in her blue dress, and he just smirked at all the jealous guys seeing her with him. He loved that.
By Jen Greenebaum5 years ago in Horror
The Transporter
As Adrian got dressed in his black and white suit, he thought he would never be liberated from the clutches of these corpses. Five years had passed and he was still in the human remains removal business, or as civilians call it, cadaver transport. He had been called from the county’s Medical Examiner’s office to pick up a fresh one: William Stone, Caucasian male, early 40’s, 207 pounds, self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head. He’d been hoping for a smooth night. No such luck. “It’s always the ones with the mid-life crisis,” Adrian thought to himself as he pulled into the parking area of the morgue.
By Conie Santana5 years ago in Horror
The Loop
I saw him standing in front of my building. He was larger than some—muscular. He wore a pair of long khaki shorts and a green collared shirt—I waved. He seemed friendly, familiar—maybe I’d seen him coming and going—Holy Shit!! He disappeared…he completely just vanished. Should I call the cops? Almost, in slow motion a little black notebook fell to the ground. The noise of the busy street faded—I heard the little black notebook thump onto the grassy square.
By Vicki Japha5 years ago in Horror
Imbroglio
A flurry of feathers broke the quiet of the overcast day, followed by a secure thud. Wounded leaves fluttered to the ground like butterflies anticipating wasps. Fifty years have perished since he became what he is. Fifty years since the grandfather’s clock consummated its countdown, on that queer evening that juxtaposed sultriness against cold autumnal front, and bequeathed the bars of misfortune on him. Perched on white oak, the defiant white crow pirouetted, as if in front of a mirror, observing its elongating and shortening shadows, barely discernible like its existence. Everyday since then, he had combated the unforgiving knowledge mauling at him like it was scratching the face off a photograph.
By Ishani Ray5 years ago in Horror
Routine
This was my life, nothing exciting. I was sitting at my desk counting down the last few minutes of work until I could clock out while chatting on a thread that I had joined about people living boring lives, wanting something different. We complained about our lives but never did anything to actually change them. 5PM, time to go home, feed my cat, microwave my dinner, sleep and repeat. Walking to my car I noticed there was something on my windshield. A little, black, leather notebook. Confused, I grabbed it and looked around, I was alone in the parking lot. The cover of the black notebook read “Hello Jupiter.” I was intrigued and rushed into my old but reliable, rusty SUV and cranked it on. Winters in Chicago can be deadly cold. I opened the book to the first page and read:
By Alysia Ramirez5 years ago in Horror
Curse in Disguise
First off, I want to start by saying that I loved my life. As pathetic it may have seemed from the outside, I was not sad nor depressed. To be clear, the decision I have made has nothing to do with me being selfish or not for the most part. It is the consequence of my actions. It is a shock for me how quickly my life turned upside down and lead to this. I’m sure most people will think I’m a selfish, self-centered coward who doesn’t consider others. Before you make your judgment, please hear my story. You must see that for me; this is the one and only.
By Miriam Gutierrez5 years ago in Horror
My Two Million Cents
“You need money in this world to survive. You need a place to call home.” Gus typed away on the blackened keyboard only partially taking in what the library technician was saying. He could take advantage of the free Wi-Fi but his tiny screen didn't work well with his gloved hands. They were full of holes and unfortunately the fingertips that did pop out were the wrong ones.
By Leif Conti-Groome5 years ago in Horror
Little Black Book
There were few ways to make money in the cryptocurrency, AI-humanism time I’d happen to find consciousness in. Homeless and hungry I feverishly watched as a man in a good looking jacket get tortured down in the ally way. Beaten. Raped. I, being one of the remaining full humans left did not have this particular craving for demise and depravity. Society entering its “golden” technology age had split into three groups, humans, AI-human, and successful AI-human. They rip the coat off of him and I am thrilled it might be salvageable. There is nothing natural about artificial intelligence merging with the body, and while many managed seamlessly, this batch ahead of me had surely failed and had become void of any human emotion — at least that’s what the experts claimed after the first cases of FI’s (failed integrations) emerged. I stay ducked behind the dumpster, cloaked in the darkness and shielded by the rain. The rain was incessant, another “golden” techno age solution that evidently went wrong. I think they want it to be bleak, to be dark and depressing, it’s their way of picking off the rest of us full humans that haven’t integrated.
By Goddess Eye5 years ago in Horror
