psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
Revenge of the cemetery keeper: Series of curses and blood
On the first day of work, many people came at night, some of them settled with tools in the room under the stairs, and the rest in another room of the house.
Shadowed Pursuit
The night air was thick with an eerie stillness as I stood on the corner of the dimly lit neighborhood block, waiting for Stephanie. My heart thudded in my chest, a mix of anticipation and unease swirling within me. The glow of the streetlights cast long, menacing shadows, and a chill wind whispered through the empty streets, sending shivers down my spine.
Briona WhiteheadPublished 2 months ago in HorrorLilith
In the small, sleepy town of Ravenswood, the chill of autumn hung heavy in the air, casting an eerie pall over the winding streets and shadowy alleyways. It was a town steeped in history and whispered legends, where the secrets of the past lingered like ghosts in the fog.
Arafat Islam DurjoyPublished 2 months ago in HorrorWhispering Woods
As the darkness of night enveloped the forest, I sat alone by the crackling fire, Reggie at my side. The eerie shadows danced among the trees, casting sinister shapes that seemed to whisper secrets of the woods. Despite the tranquil setting, a sense of unease gnawed at me, a primal instinct warning of unseen dangers lurking in the darkness.
Briona WhiteheadPublished 2 months ago in HorrorShattered Veil: The State's Divine Gambit
The car door swung open, and a figure emerged from the darkness, illuminated only by the dim glow of their headlights. It was a tall, shadowy silhouette that seemed to move with purpose and urgency.
Briona WhiteheadPublished 2 months ago in HorrorMIDNIGHT FEAR
Story: 1 In the quiet town of Willow brook, the streets were usually deserted come midnight. But on this particular night, an eerie sense of fear hung heavy in the air.
Arafat Islam DurjoyPublished 2 months ago in HorrorConfronting the Darkness: A Tale of Inner Struggle
In the silent echoes of my home, I feel your presence lingering. Uninvited, yet unmistakably present, you and your cohorts weave through the corridors, like unwelcome specters clinging to the walls. Your weight is felt in the heavy air, thick with tension, as I approach the door to my husband's and my sanctuary.
Nada solimanPublished 2 months ago in HorrorThe Haunting of Loktak Lake
The Haunting of Loktak Lake I. Introduction In the heart of Manipur, nestled amidst the serene beauty of its lush green landscapes, lies Loktak Lake. Known for its mesmerizing beauty during the day, this tranquil waterbody holds a dark secret that only reveals itself under the shroud of night.
Renuga kannanPublished 2 months ago in HorrorGIRL ALONE
In the small town of Willow brook, nestled deep within the dense forests of the Pacific Northwest, there lived a lonely girl named Emily. With unkempt hair the color of midnight and eyes as deep and melancholic as the ancient trees surrounding her home, Emily was an enigma to the townsfolk. She dwelled in a dilapidated house at the edge of town, a place whispered about in hushed tones by those who dared to speak of it at all.
Arafat Islam DurjoyPublished 2 months ago in HorrorFLIGHT OF FEAR
The sky was a blanket of darkness as the red-eye flight pierced through the thick clouds, bound for an unknown destination. Seatbelts clicked in unison as the passengers settled into their cramped quarters, eager to escape the monotony of their everyday lives. Among them was Sarah, a young woman with a penchant for adventure and a thirst for the unknown.
Arafat Islam DurjoyPublished 2 months ago in HorrorHead and Shoulders Above
Y’know, it wasn’t as if anyone would ever consider me a suspect for it. The building had been there longer than I’ve been alive, and they only recently decided to tear it down. I mean, my god, the cruelty of the man involved—everyone knew he was a pervert. It’s a wonder they even let him work there, for god’s sake. His clothes stank, he never shaved, and his hair dripped with grease and chlorinated water. My stomach flip-flops just remembering those awful lessons I was forced to endure with him.
Mack D. AmesPublished 2 months ago in HorrorResurrection Day
The Carver House loomed, a skeletal giant against the dawn. A hundred years of neglect had clawed at its once-grand facade, turning the gingerbread trim to dust and the windows into milky voids. My inheritance, they called it. More like a looming curse. Yet, on that crisp Easter morning, the house stirred.
Rebecca Lynn IveyPublished 2 months ago in Horror