Psychological Thriller Novels & Stories

Shrewsbury The Third Twin: A Dark Psychological Thriller by Darren Speegle Aletheia: A Supernatural Thriller by J.S. Breukelaar Where the Dead Go to Die by Mark Allan Gunnells and Aaron Dries Sarah Killian: Serial Killer (For Hire!) by Mark Sheldon The Final Cut by Jasper Bark Blackwater Val by William Gorman Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy by Mercedes M. Yardley Nameless: The Darkness Comes by Mercedes M. Yardley

I look around before stepping out in my house. Every day, I feel like someone's watching me, my every move. It's very uncomfortable and scary at the same time. I don't know the motive of my so called frankster. Every day, means every box that was loaded of my pictures and pictures and pictures! It affected my every day life... As I got to work I remembered the day that I saw the man... I know, I saw that smirk already, I just can't recall exactly whom I saw it.

"Thank you." My heart sat in the bottom of my throat as I watched him disappear from the dim room. I sighed and turned to float on my back. Pressure from all the jets pushed me gently around the pool. I stared at the water droplets forming on the tiled ceiling from the steam. I felt strange, almost removed from myself. I was probably just sad-sad and guilty. Freya and Valentina were just murdered and here I was, soaking in a luxurious, oversized hot bath. Their killer was out on the loose somewhere, doing god knows what. Probably hurting other innocent women. It both angered and terrified me.

I apologised to him. "It's fine. I understand," he smiled at me. "Why did you say that, anyway? Like maybe he just enjoys killing," I reminded him, curious to know more about it. "I don't know, but from the psychological thriller movies that I've watched, they do stuff like this there. Come to think of it, why do you think all the victims are women and not men?" He said, and I raised my eyebrows. He was right. Ever since this crazy killing, there has never been a single man out of the victims.

I almost couldn't say the last sentence as I feel my body heating up as I feel my sweat sticks to the fabric of the robe. He got up and released a scary laugh. He was mocking me with his gaze. His whole demenour exudes dominance. His face tells me to shoot. I feel the metal trigger on my shaking fingers and I really don't have in me to shoot. I'm not a killer but I'm not about to die tonight. He attempted to move by stepping a foot closer. In a panic, I accidentally pulled the trigger resulting in firing the gun, and it quickly slipped on the floor with my trembling hands.