psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
Whispers in the Floorboards
It was supposed to be a restoration project. Eli and Marla Winslow had bought the derelict house on the edge of Briar Hollow for next to nothing. Newly married and full of ambition, they saw potential in the century-old Victorian with its ornate woodwork and wide, echoing halls. It was their dream home, a fixer-upper with history and character. The townspeople, however, gave them strange looks when they mentioned the address.
By Atif khurshaidabout a year ago in Horror
The Vanishing Hotel Room: Urban Legend With Teeth
A Check-In to Nowhere It begins, as these stories often do, with the soft click of a hotel key. A weary traveler arrives in a foreign city; usually Paris, sometimes London, occasionally somewhere in Asia and collapses into the comfort of a rented room. The air smells faintly of dust and old polish; the curtains are drawn tight against the bustle of the street below. The front desk clerk is polite, distant, and just a bit too eager to hand over the key.
By Veil of Shadowsabout a year ago in Horror
Perfection Unattainable
“What an absolutely perfect morning!” Stephanie exclaimed. She breathed deeply and could still smell the lingering vanilla scent that was programmed to be pumped throughout the house. She threw off the blankets of her king sized bed. “REBECCA! Open the drapes!” Stephanie yelled at her robotic assistant.
By Desirae Anayaabout a year ago in Horror
Fort Rotterdam: Indonesia's Fortress of Tears
Guarding the Makassar coast of South Sulawesi stands Fort Rotterdam, larger than Indonesia's best-preserved Dutch colonial fort. Its three-century-old sea-turtle-shaped walls (Benteng Penyu) are beset with sorrowful history and whispered secrets of troubled ghosts, making it the nation's spookiest place to visit.
By Kyrol Mojikalabout a year ago in Horror
The Pollock Twins: Reincarnation Evidence?
The Screech of Tires On a quiet street in Hexham, England, May 5, 1957, life was ordinary. Two sisters; Joanna, 11, and Jacqueline Pollock, 6... skipped along the cobblestones on their way to church. Their mother walked behind, her heart full of the simple joys of a spring morning. Then came the screech of tires. A car, driven by a local woman in a daze, veered toward the girls. The mother screamed. Neighbors would later swear time slowed down before the impact. And in a blink, the lives of the Pollock family were torn apart.
By Veil of Shadowsabout a year ago in Horror
Part one: don't look into the mirror. Content Warning.
The diner was buzzing with the sounds of laughter and bacon sizzling on the grill. The smell of coffee and fried eggs flooded her senses. The bell sounded as every new patron entered through the front door. “How are you today?” She heard the hostess say at the front of the diner.
By Jasmine McClainabout a year ago in Horror
