Pshycologicalhorror Stories

. . . Fear..Anxiety..Paranoia... ...Even though they're all worse than the other, is it possible to feel all three at the same time? Is someone watching? Is something there? ... ...Can you see them? ....Can you escape them? Or are you just going crazy? Are you seeing things? Is it your imagination? ...Or are you really in danger? ....Will it ever end...? ...Whatever you do, don't forget to be cautious... ..And look behind you.

The humans of the republic have waged war against the witches, believing them to be the source of the possessions and murders. People found out to be witches are burnt at the stake and executed. Are they not? The war has gone on for 5 years. Milos is 20 now, 5 years since his sister, the princess, died and he was locked away. His twin brother returns from the war to inform him that they are the last surviving witches of the northern kingdom of Zvezda, everyone else is dead. He thinks he finally has a chance to live, maybe they could go somewhere where the republic could never find them. But Casmire wants to kill them all, just like how the humans had done to them. He'd rather not. He'd rather be far away from all this. . . . How foolish to think he could ever have anything good. He doesn't deserve it anyway. (Cross posted on ao3)

"Fear can go deeper then flesh, it can go to the bone."

Life was basically perfect. Nights were like golden black pools. Days were like lilac flowers. Then they looked at the moon.

Most kids fear the dark. They check under their beds or peek into their closets. Convinced that a monster is waiting to pounce. My childhood friend was no different- she swore something lived in her closet. But I've never been afraid of the creature's children imagine in the night. The reason why I hesitate to turn out the lights isn't because of shadows or whispers in my room. It's because I know there are far worse monsters than the ones we dream up in childhood. These monsters don't hide in closets or under beds. They don't vanish when the lights are on. They walk among us. They smile, they speak, and they pretend to be just like us. These monsters aren't deterred by sunlight or locked doors. Security systems don't scare them, and rules don't bind them. They strike when you least expect it, their presence lingering long after they've gone. And once you know they exist- once you've seen them- you can never unsee them. This isn't a story about childhood fears or imaginary creatures. This is a story about the monsters we avoid speaking of, the ones that live not in the shadows, but in plain sight.