psychological

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

PEOPLE WHO REMEMBER PLACES THAT DON’T EXIST
There is a particular kind of fear that doesn’t announce itself. It doesn’t crash through the door or rise from the shadows with claws and teeth. It arrives quietly, disguised as nostalgia. Someone mentions a place in passing. A diner, a town, a street where the lights always flickered just a little too much.
By Veil of Shadowsabout 12 hours ago in Horror
The Ninth Hour of Malachi : SEASON 3
SEASON 3 Chapter 9 FATHER PAVEL’S PRIVATE JOURNAL: Entry dated November 5th, 2003. We found the root. It is a chamber beneath the foundation, clearly pagan. Ana is down here, but she is barely visible, encased in some type of crystalline growth...the stone has accepted the entity, and the girl is the final mortar. The anchor is here, not a relic, but a crude, petrified heart. Malachi will not yield until we destroy the physical core of its power.
By Tales That Breathe at Nightabout 18 hours ago in Horror
The Message That Arrived After I Died. AI-Generated.
The first condolence message arrived before sunrise. “I’m so sorry for your loss,” it said. No name. No context. I ignored it. People mis-send messages all the time.
By shakir hamidabout 19 hours ago in Horror
Midnight Knock
Daniel Mercer had worked the night shift at Blackwood Memorial Hospital for six months, and he had never seen a single patient.
By Saira naza day ago in Horror
The Room That Wasn’t There
I moved into the apartment because it was cheap, not because I liked it. The building stood between two newer complexes like a forgotten tooth. Its bricks were faded, its stairwell smelled of old paint and trapped moisture, and the hallway lights flickered with a patience that made you feel watched. But the rent was half of what other places charged, and my job had just cut my hours. I told myself I could live with ugly.
By Saira naz2 days ago in Horror
The Serial Killer Who Displayed His Victims In A Haunted House Attraction
Gary, Indiana is known for their surplus of abandoned homes, 10,000 to be exact. Most of them too run down to even give away.
By Matesanz2 days ago in Horror
The Mirror
The mirror had been there since before Ashley could remember. It stood in the hallway outside her bedroom — tall, dark-framed, slightly taller than it should have been for the wall it occupied. She had never questioned it. That was the thing about the mirror. It simply was, the way the floorboards were, the way the morning light fell crooked through the kitchen window. Unremarkable. Permanent.
By Parsley Rose 2 days ago in Horror
House That Held Me
“The house had no doors — but it trapped me anyway.” I remember the moment I noticed it. I had been walking along the old, overgrown lane, the kind that seemed to breathe beneath your feet. The house appeared at the end, though I had no memory of it being there before. Its walls were pale, almost glowing in the fading light, and windows gaped like hollow eyes. Something about it felt alive.
By Luna Vani3 days ago in Horror
Destination: Nowhere — The Digital Myth of Kisaragi Station
The Silent Commute It began as an ordinary night for a woman known only by her online alias, "Hasumi." She was on her usual commute home on a private railway in Shizuoka, Japan. But as the minutes ticked by, the rhythm of the tracks felt… wrong. The train, which usually stopped every five minutes, had been running for over twenty without a single pause.
By Takashi Nagaya3 days ago in Horror
THEY CAME BACK… BUT TIME DID NOT.
People imagine missing persons as a straight line... Someone vanishes, some time passes, and then they are found... or they aren’t. But there is another category of disappearance that refuses to behave in the normal manner.
By Veil of Shadows4 days ago in Horror
THE MIRROR THAT LEARNED MY NAME. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
I covered the mirror because it wouldn’t stop smiling. At first, I thought it was just exhaustion. Night shifts mess with your head, especially when you live alone. Faces blur. Reflections lag. You see things that aren’t there.
By shakir hamid4 days ago in Horror
Still Life with Woman
I had recently felt unwell, despite being young and assumed healthy. To be exact, I had felt my body slowly becoming heavier in recent days. It started in my fingers and toes, where I lost the freedom of movement expected of healthy extremities. It wasn’t particularly difficult, but neither was it easy.
By Silent Truth 4 days ago in Horror