psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
The Neighbor Who Returned Every Morning. AI-Generated.
The receptionist hesitated before handing Arman the key. Not long. Just a second too long. It was past midnight, and the rain outside had flooded half the highway, forcing him to stop at the only roadside hotel still open. The lobby smelled faintly of detergent and old carpet — clean enough to trust, but empty enough to feel watched.
By shakir hamida day ago in Horror
The Unnamable of State Route 87
The Night on State Route 87 It was a usual drive on a well traveled road in Arizona. State Route 87 was a route William Church knew like the back of his hand, often traveling to and from Phoenix. So well in fact that he felt safe enough to bring his wife and travel with her across the desert. Something he went back and forth with in his head seeing how the desert heat and endless terrain can often be unforgiving. What if the truck broke down and they were left stranded? The drive time was about an hour on a night where the moon rose faster than anticipated, and stars started to shimmer bright, twinkling like a mother smiling back at you, on this night a little too bright for the vast expanse.
By Lobo Miasma2 days ago in Horror
The Elevator That Only Stops For One Person. AI-Generated.
The hospital elevator had six floors. Everyone knew that. Ayaan worked the late reception shift, 8 p.m. to 4 a.m., when the corridors emptied and the building sounded less like a hospital and more like a memory trying to breathe.
By shakir hamid3 days ago in Horror
I Knew it. Content Warning.
It was an ordinary day for Joaquín. He was walking calmly down the street when, suddenly, with the screech of brakes, a car stopped beside him. Two men jumped out, grabbed him, and after a brief struggle forced him inside, not before Joaquín—his voice breaking—let out a couple of desperate screams for help.
By David de la Riva Agüero Vega4 days ago in Horror
The Name Under the Bed
I never believed in checking under the bed. It always seemed like a childish habit, something people grew out of once they understood how the world worked. When I moved into my new house, a quiet place on the edge of town, the thought never even crossed my mind.
By Sudais Zakwan4 days ago in Horror
Why I Don't Trust People Who Don't Watch Horror
Not Facing Discomfort When the themes of horror are too much and there is a need for wonderful rainbows all the time, experience in or understanding trauma becomes an issue. The possibility of avoiding the internal trauma sitting in the background of someone's brain can be another problem. Fully healed individuals are able to consume horror without needing a hit from a rom com constantly to wade off the darker waters. Those who avoid discomfort are trying to trap themselves within a bubble that is better off popped. It is a bubble that should only be for young children.
By Seashell Harpspring 4 days ago in Horror
The Last Thing He Said
I couldn’t remember the last thing my husband said in my dream. I remembered it later. She was sitting in the driver’s seat of her car, the engine running, the rest stop ahead swallowed by night. Darkness pressed in from all sides. She didn’t question why she was there. She had the calm, unshakable certainty that she was waiting.
By Erica Roberts 5 days ago in Horror
