psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
12.25.26
“Don’t venture out unless necessary. Strong winds are a threat to life.” A red warning had been issued on all the news stations. The gale was soon to turn into a storm and everyone better stay locked in their homes. This was the worst December weather the town had experienced in thirty years. I prayed that the storm would subside in time for Christmas Day in a week’s time. My parents would be counting on me to go home.
By Elizabeth Butler11 minutes ago in Horror
Sent
My hand was still slick from the knife. I picked up my phone. There was a text already sent when I opened it. 11:48 PM, to a contact saved as nothing. A row of numbers I hadn’t dialed in three years. But some things live under my skin, set over by an old scar I hadn’t noticed, until someone else finds it in the dark and runs their fingertips along its grooved edge. meet me where we used to go. tonight before she wakes up. I read the message standing at my island, a raw piece of meat laid out on the cutting board in front of me. I cleaned off the cleaver I’d used to butcher it, the tap water running, sounding very far away. I was expecting fear to rush through me, the anticipation of such a basic human instinct. But it didn’t come. I kept scrubbing the blade. Then, this uncontrolled vertigo washed over me, reading my own words on a screen I’d swear, on anything, I never wrote.
By tatiana vitasabout 4 hours ago in Horror
Beware the Sacred Indian Burial Ground. 🔥
Hikers and campers all tell the same story. If you walk upon, or near the site of the Indian burial ground of Wampum Hill, or the surrounding forest...you will hear the chanting of the Native Americans echoing upon the air. No one can pinpoint exactly where it originates or where it ends, for the Indians have long been laid to rest. It's just there. Some have even recorded it as proof.
By Novel Allenabout 11 hours ago in Horror
The Ward Below
The asylum had been abandoned for thirty-seven years. Everyone in Blackwood knew why. Blackwood Psychiatric Hospital sat at the end of a dead road, surrounded by trees so thick that even sunlight seemed reluctant to enter. Three of its four floors remained standing, though the uppermost had partially collapsed. The windows were boarded. Ivy strangled the walls. Rusted ambulances sat beneath a crumbling overhang beside the emergency entrance.
By Kaori Knight a day ago in Horror
The Wizard's Fall
They named the volcano El Anillo del Infierno three hundred years before anyone in Tierra del Fuego thought to ask whether the name was a warning or an invitation, and by now the distinction no longer mattered. It sat forty kilometers north of the city, a black cone rising out of the dry central highlands like a broken tooth in an otherwise level jaw of scrubland and dust, and it had not, in living memory, ever fully gone quiet. Old men who had buried three generations of family in the cracked red earth at its base still spoke of it the way a man speaks of a business partner he no longer trusts but cannot afford to leave — with a wary, familiar respect, a running tally of grievances, and an unspoken agreement never to say aloud the thing they were both waiting for.
By Nathan McAllistera day ago in Horror
Radio Head
I enjoy the aching void of silence. I love when my mind is quiet. All the voices are stilled, and there is nothing between myself and the upcoming dawn, but a cozy bed, and seven hours. I don’t care about the moon, what conjunction is where, or what misty celestial emissions may affect my dreams. I don’t have dreams. I don’t want them.
By Meredith Harmon2 days ago in Horror
