psychological

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

My Wife Started Sleepwalking Into the Basement We Don’t Have
Every night, she comes back knowing something new By Anees Ul Ameen The first time my wife sleepwalked, I wasn’t scared.
By aneesabout a month ago in Horror
My Son Keeps Asking About the Room We Never Had
He knows what happened there, even thogh it doesn’t exist By Anees Ul Ameen My son learned the layout of our house faster than I expected.
By aneesabout a month ago in Horror
Inside Beelitz-Heilstätten — Germany’s Most Haunted Hospital and Its Haunting Ghost Evidence
Beelitz-Heilstätten is about 50 km southwest of the capital, a vast network of disintegrating brick structures and overgrown paths that has become notorious throughout Germany as the most haunted place in the country. Yet prior to its phantom fame was a truly living and living-breathing history, dating over a century and embracing medicine, global conflict, occupation, decline, and ultimately myth.
By Kyrol Mojikalabout a month ago in Horror
So Human-like, It's Unsettling
Have you ever watched a movie in which the CGI was so realistic you couldn't decide whether the characters were real or not? Take Shrek, The Polar Express, or Avatar as perfect examples.
By Jasmine Aguilarabout a month ago in Horror
The Lost People of Angikuni Lake
November 1930. The wind screamed across the frozen plains of what was then the Northwest Territories of Canada — a desolate and unforgiving landscape that would later become part of Nunavut. A lone fur trapper named Joe Labelle was making his way through deep snow toward an Inuit settlement he’d visited before, seeking shelter from the harsh cold. What he found there stopped him dead.
By Strange Enough To Be Trueabout a month ago in Horror
The Echoing Asylum of Silaos: Where the Patients Never Left | SEASON FINALE
Chatpter 10 CHRONICLER’S LOG: A recovered page from Father Elias’s final journal is stained with what appears to be a black, oily substance. The handwriting is erratic and panicked. The entry describes the Queen as a 'psychic virus,' a gestalt entity composed of every soul that has been broken within the asylum. Its goal is not to possess, but to assimilate.
By Tales That Breathe at Nightabout a month ago in Horror
My nightmare is repeating for the fifth time . Content Warning.
The first time he killed me, I was five. Engulfed in sleep, I wandered through the city as if through a labyrinth, though I knew every street and every building perfectly. The premonition of inevitable death tightened my throat, and it felt as if my heart was about to stop. That was when HE appeared for the first time. His face—a kaleidoscope of all the features familiar to me—changed every second, flickering as if in a glitched computer game. When our eyes met, I understood—today HE would kill me.
By Victoria about a month ago in Horror
Everyone Gets a Turn
The Guess Who? board had been turned face down when Noah found it. It sat beneath the guest bed, half-buried in dust and spiderwebs, its red plastic warped as if it had been left near heat. When Noah flipped it over, the board opened by itself with a soft, eager clack. Rows of yellow doors stared up at him.
By Christina Nelson about a month ago in Horror
Looking through Glass. Content Warning.
Darkness. Everywhere, darkness. I can't open my eyes! Why can't I open my eyes? My eyes feel like they're sewn shut, but I think they're just caked with something that's tearing out my eyelashes when I try to pry them open. Same difference in the moment, big difference in the end. My clumsy, cold fingertips claw at the crust until the tears flow freely and I can see reasonably well through the deluge.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemistabout a month ago in Horror
A Wish He Wished He Could Unwish
Putin came to, standing buried in hot coals. Unable to move, open his eyes or mouth, and suffocating from fire and smoke, he felt unbearable pain everywhere in his body.
By Lana V Lynxabout a month ago in Horror
Bad Luck, No Mercy
The box was older than the rest of the games in the thrift store—its corners soft, the colors faded to a sickly pastel. CHUTES AND LADDERS, the lid read, smiling children frozen mid-laugh.
By Christina Nelson about a month ago in Horror
Bus Stop (Part 2). Content Warning.
Have you ever noticed the stop signs on the corners where the school bus stops? The shadows fall in different places at different times of day, different times of year, and they change in shape and size, but the signs stay the same. Sure, they get dirty and dented and rusted, but they keep the same height and shape, not like the children.
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Horror