psychological

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

Luck of the Draw
I wouldn’t call myself “unlucky,” but as of late, I’ve had more than my fair share of displeasing circumstances—today in particular.
By A. Leigh Corbett5 years ago in Horror
The Stories I Must Write
What is this? I have no business accepting this. I'm just an English major student, and not a very successful one in the grand scheme of things. Doesn't the term, "Cs make degrees" mean anything to anyone? Was there some sort of competition? A lottery? Did students just get selected randomly? Not that I'm complaining or anything. I'm just stating the facts here. Student loans need to be paid and I need the cash. The letter that came with the package:
By Fergus Thomson5 years ago in Horror
The Ritual
It was hard for Rebecca to tell the world how she really felt. And even harder for her to explain what the list of names in her little black book in her closet was for.
By Aubrey5 years ago in Horror
BB
Clarke glanced at the small notebook gently hovering above his nightstand next to his antique brass alarm clock. He smirks and shakes his head. I really shouldn't worry so much. He said to himself, lighting a cigarette and grabbing his coat from the wall.
By Price Henry5 years ago in Horror
What have I done?
It seemed so innocuous the time. He stepped into the thrift store on a whim. He wasn’t really shopping, nor did he have funds for any kind of significant purchase. He was just hoping to break the drudgery of walking the city sidewalks without a destination.
By Shay McMains5 years ago in Horror
Susie Schadenfreude
It is the first day of class at Yankton Middle School, and I am hopelessly lost. I was late to school this morning because I’d been running around looking for my shoes in boxes the movers had left. I glance again at the schedule in my hand, and I see that first period English is scheduled in Room 15. I then check each door’s number as I wander down the hallway to ensure it matches with my schedule.
By Hyacinth Andersen5 years ago in Horror
Dead Pages
Is it such a bad thing? Dying, I mean. Simple question. Complicated answer. No one answer is true or right, false or wrong. It all depends on perspective, and there are countless different viewpoints. It'd be impossible to discuss them all, or to even make sense of most of them.
By Anthony (Siimulacre) Williams5 years ago in Horror
This is Going to Be Great!
Oh great. It’s another beautiful morning. The sun is shining. The birds are singing. I can hear the laughter of children playing in the neighbor’s yard. Oh fun.
By JeanN5 years ago in Horror
The Black Book
”Watch it lady!” I heard a voice shout behind me. I jumped out of the way just in time as someone flew past me on a bicycle. It was eleven at night, and I had just gotten off my evening shift at the diner. I stopped to catch my breath after being nearly run over by the jerk on the bike. That would be the icing on the cake for sure after this whopper of a year. A horn blared in the night fog and I looked up. I had instinctively jumped into the road. I dived out of the way of the incoming car and found myself in a heap of trash. This is just great. My usual luck. Almost get run over by a bike and a car all in one night. I looked at the trash around me in disgust, at least I was planning on taking a shower tonight. A small black leather bound book stuck out amongst all the garbage strewn around me. Looking closer, I realized it wasn’t garbage, but maybe the contents of someone’s purse or bag. Lipstick, make up compacts, money, among other things littered the gutter. I sat there for a moment, unsure what to do with all of it. Do I turn it into the police? I picked up the black book and flipped through it. It was filled halfway with handwriting, the beginning neat and tidy, towards the end it was more frantic and scratchy. All of it wishes.
By Katherine Lang5 years ago in Horror
The Protagonist
Gordon watched in horror from outside of the car as the dead tore a hunk of flesh from his wife, Junie’s, face, frozen in fear as she begged him to shoot her. Selfishly, he kept the last bullet to himself and just before she died, he witnessed pure hatred animating from her eyes. Backing slowly away from the car, he ran, her hateful gaze burned forever into his brain..
By Riss Ryker5 years ago in Horror
Brain Freeze
“’Samuel Clemmons?” “Yes, yes, right here,” Sam stood, gathered his paperwork and followed the young nurse down a long hallway leading into the bowels of the clinic. Going through a set of locked doors, she led him to an exam room where he was asked to remove everything except his socks and briefs. She laid a crisp, sterile gown on the examining table and collected his paperwork.
By Riss Ryker5 years ago in Horror
The Hidden Book
I was taking the train from Berlin undercover when it all started. Using a fake identity of a dead person I was on my way to meet up with a corporate owner of a marketing company for an interview when my life took an unexpected turn for the better. After having had lost my house in a fire from a riot outbreak I was in the same clothes I had on for over a week. I felt like I was in rags. My T-Shirt under my sweater was ripped on the side where my sweater had got caught when I jumped the fence escaping the riot with nothing but my phone and my laptop bag.
By Ruby Estelle 5 years ago in Horror