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 Grimoire of Elizabeth. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
In the small town of Elderwood, Massachusetts, stood an old Victorian mansion built in 1875. The Harper family—Michael, Sarah, and their children, seventeen-year-old Olivia and twelve-year-old Elijah—purchased it at an unexpectedly low price.
By Mr. Usevolod Voskoboinikov2 months ago in Horror
When the TV Woke at Midnight:. AI-Generated.
The first time it happened, I thought it was a glitch. The television in our living room flickered to life at exactly midnight, its screen glowing against the heavy silence of the house. I had fallen asleep on the couch, and the sudden burst of light startled me awake. The channels began to flip rapidly, as though invisible fingers were pressing the remote.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Horror
The Last Call: A Horror Story That Knows the Exact Time of Your Death. AI-Generated.
The Last Call The first thing people noticed about Building 9A was how quiet it was. Too quiet. No children played in the corridors. No televisions hummed behind closed doors. Even during the day, the building felt frozen in time, as if sound itself refused to stay there for long. But the rent was cheap, and the city was expensive, so people moved in anyway.
By shakir hamid2 months ago in Horror
Red On Yellow. Content Warning.
I swirl my wine in one hand, feet crossed and resting on the wooden coffee table. In the dim, warm light of our lounge room, the rich liquid looks black through the delicate glass. I have one arm resting on the back of the lounge, but remove it to check my watch; gold straps with a black-backed timepiece. In the silence I can hear its soft click as the seconds tick by.
By I. D. Reeves2 months ago in Horror
December 25th Repeats
I wake up to bells. Not church bells—those stopped ringing years ago—but the cheap electronic chime of my alarm clock playing a distorted version of “Jingle Bells.” The sound drills straight into my skull. My eyes open before I can stop them.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
The Carol That Knows Your Name
The first time it happened, I thought I was mishearing it. Christmas Eve had settled into the apartment like dust—quiet, soft, unavoidable. Outside, the city glowed in muted colors, strings of lights blinking in tired rhythms, as if even joy needed rest. I sat alone at the small kitchen table with a cup of reheated coffee, the radio murmuring to fill the silence. I always kept it on during holidays. Silence had a way of remembering things I tried not to.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
The Night No One Heard the Screams: A Haunting Story of Silence, Shadows, and the Questions That Still Linger
Introduction: When Silence Became the Loudest Witness Some nights slip quietly into history, leaving no trace beyond a date on a calendar. Others linger, heavy with unanswered questions and a silence so deep it feels deliberate. The Night No One Heard the Screams belongs to the second kind. It’s a phrase that chills the spine because it suggests something went terribly wrong—yet nothing stopped it. No neighbors called. No alarms rang. No sirens broke the darkness in time.
By X Crime2 months ago in Horror
THE NIGHT THE SNOW WAS MARKED
In early February of 1855, southern England went to sleep under a heavy blanket of snow. It was the kind of winter night that muffles sound, erases detail, and turns familiar streets into pale, quiet corridors. Villages locked their doors. Farmers secured their animals. Churches stood dark and still.
By The Insight Ledger 2 months ago in Horror
THE HOTEL THAT KEPT A SCORE
In downtown Los Angeles, a few blocks from where the city sells its dreams in neon and billboards, stands a building that never learned how to forget. From the outside, the Cecil Hotel looks like a relic—tall, symmetrical, unimpressive in a way that makes it easy to miss. Thousands of people have walked past it without noticing. Thousands more have slept inside it without knowing its history.
By The Insight Ledger 2 months ago in Horror
Oracle.ink. Content Warning.
It started as a joke. That’s the part I keep coming back to. The app was called Oracle.ink. Clean interface. Almost aggressively minimalist. No developer name, no company page—just five-star reviews and a single line beneath the logo:
By hiba abo shawish2 months ago in Horror
The Mist Has One of the Most Messed Up Endings in Horror History
The Mist is one of my favorite monster horror films of all time. I had watched this movie with my family, and once the ending came around, we were all in absolute shock with that ballsy ending. The Mist was originally a novel written by Stephen King, and while I love the book, the ending in my opinion, is far better in the film.
By Emy Quinn2 months ago in Horror
One Last Dewdrop
October 13.Toronto, Canada. I am a PhD student, far from home, far from comfort. To save money, I live in a shared apartment. My room is small, just a bed, a desk, and a window that looks at another building. I share the flat with a Canadian woman. She works in a shop somewhere in Ontario, not too far from Toronto. We don’t talk much. Just polite smiles, short hellos, nothing more.
By Evxian Zx2 months ago in Horror