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 Real Story Werewolf Of Allariz
In the magical country of meigas and tardos, ancient trees weave a rich green hue, reminiscent of Galician folklore. This is our destination, a woods of unbelievable but genuine tales. If we go into Galicia's dark woodlands, where sunlight hasn't touched the grass in years and a thousand eyes watch us from the unknown, we may encounter the terrible Allariz werewolf case.
By TheNaeth2 years ago in Horror
The Real Story Of Witches of Zugarramurdi
Zugarramurdi is a town near the French border, surrounded by a large green meadow where the cows peacefully graze. Zugarramurdi is a small village in the Navarre region of Xareta. It has 250 inhabitants right now and is famous for a few things, like its beautiful pine and chestnut trees and a cave that was carved out by water. However, the village is most famous for some sad and dark events that happened there in the seventeenth century. As a result of these occurrences, fifty individuals were condemned to death for witchcraft by the Court of the Inquisition.
By TheNaeth2 years ago in Horror
A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night — feminist vampires in exquisite indie horror
On the dark streets of an Iranian ghost town, a slender figure wrapped up in a chador stalks evil men. With an unthreatening face, The Girl (Sheila Vand) is invited into houses by the unsuspecting denizens of Bad City. For some, the mistake is fatal — a vampire can only enter one's house if they've been invited. However, when The Girl meets Arash (Arash Marandi), she discovers that there's more to men than the meat on their bones. She begins to entertain the idea that their relationship could be something more. After all, even the dead get lonely.
By hiteshsinh solanki2 years ago in Horror
The Immortal Jellyfish Capitalism’s Worst Nightmare, and the Horror of Never Dying
Wehumans, in our boundless wisdom, have been dreaming of immortality for centuries now — through religion, literature, and, naturally, Silicon Valley billionaires who believe that drinking the blood of interns will make them youthful. Yet nature, the ultimate prankster, has already addressed this issue with Turritopsis dohrnii- a jellyfish so completely unbothered by existential dread that it’s capable of biologically transforming into an earlier life phase whenever it becomes too old or too injured. It’s achieved, in a way, what philosophers, poets, and Jeff Bezos could only fantasize about: a continuous loop of self-renewal. But before we start fantasizing about our own immortal future, let us pause and reflect — what kind of horror would this actually be? Think, if you can stomach it, of the neoliberal nightmare that an immortal human species would create.
By hiteshsinh solanki2 years ago in Horror
The Caller Who Knew Too Much: A 911 Mystery
The red digits on the dispatch clock flickered, 3:17 AM, a time when the city held its breath, a time for secrets and shadows. Dispatcher Emily Carter stared at the blinking phone line, a sense of unease crawling up her spine. The call had been… strange.
By hiteshsinh solanki2 years ago in Horror
The Forgotten Prisoner: Locked Away Due to a Paperwork Error
The stark fluorescent lights of the administrative annex hummed, a monotonous drone that echoed the emptiness in Thomas Ashton’s stomach. He sat on a metal folding chair, the cold steel a stark contrast to the sweltering August heat outside. He’d been here for hours, maybe days. Time had become a blurred, indistinct concept within these sterile walls.
By hiteshsinh solanki2 years ago in Horror
The Housemate Who Wasn't Supposed to Be There
The old Victorian house creaked and groaned, a symphony of settling wood and whispering drafts. It was a house that held stories, a house that breathed history. I, Sarah, a freelance photographer, had moved into the attic apartment, drawn by the affordable rent and the promise of a quiet space to work. My housemates, a diverse group of artists and students, were friendly enough, but I mostly kept to myself, preferring the solitude of my attic studio.
By hiteshsinh solanki2 years ago in Horror
The Man Who Vanished from a Moving Train
The rhythmic clatter of the train wheels against the tracks was a hypnotic lullaby, a constant drone that usually lulled passengers into a state of drowsy contentment. But tonight, the rhythmic sound was a stark counterpoint to the growing unease that permeated the carriage.
By hiteshsinh solanki2 years ago in Horror
The Woman Who Texted After Her Own Death
The flickering neon sign of the 'Late Night Diner' cast long, distorted shadows across the rain-slicked asphalt. Inside, the air hung thick with the aroma of stale coffee and fried onions, a familiar comfort to those who sought refuge in its solitude. I sat in a booth, the vinyl cold against my skin, staring at the headline on my phone: "Local Woman Declared Dead, Sends Text Messages Post-Mortem."
By hiteshsinh solanki2 years ago in Horror
One of The Most Haunted Hospitals in Texas: Yorktown Memorial Hospital
While the hospital was opened, it is said to have lost over 2000 patients; some even claim that Yorktown is the most haunted place on Earth.
By sara burdick2 years ago in Horror
The Drowned Man & The Headless Priests
The incident I'm about to tell you about happened in 2006. So, suddenly, that day, Asad Ali, who was in ninth grade at the time, suddenly it was noticed at school that there were no teachers. What was going on? Where had the teachers gone? When the person in charge of the gate was asked, he said that many teachers had gone to see a dead body. Someone had fallen into the water and gone missing. They hadn't been able to find him anywhere since that morning. As soon as Asad Ali heard this, he ran towards his house. When he got home, he saw everyone discussing the matter. Then, when he asked one of his uncles about it, he became somewhat aware of the situation. It turned out that the Ita Khola River, a branch of the Surma River, flowed past their house. The river is small, and a large part of it dries up during the dry season, but during the monsoon season, the river looks very dangerous. Its current increases a lot, which is why no one really dares to go into the river during the monsoon season. And villagers often hear strange stories about this river from the elders. Asad Ali and many of his friends used to swim in the river all the time. Nothing scary ever happened to them, but they only swam when the monsoon season was ending and the river water was low. Anyway, there's a reason I described the river. Now, let's get back to the main story. So, his uncle, Asad Ali's uncle, told him that that morning, a man from a neighboring village had left home with some cows to graze in the field. But the man thought, "Today, I'll take the cows to the other side of the river. There's a lot of grass there, and the cows will be able to eat their fill." Thinking that, he decided to take the cows across the river. It should be noted that the man was not a resident of their Sylhet area. The man was from somewhere in Mymensingh. And when he left with the cows, he met a man on the way and told him that he wasn't going to feed the cows here today, he was going to take them to the other side. So, this is the decision the man made and whom he told about it.
By Lily2 years ago in Horror
The House That Hums
The house had been abandoned for decades, yet it was never truly silent. It sounded low and almost melodic, like a wind-borne lullaby, according to residents of Hollow Creek. Since the Carter family disappeared inside without a trace, no one dared to enter. The house was talked about in whispers—how its walls breathed, how it sang to those who listened too long. However, Evan did not come from Hollow Creek. When he heard about the humming house, he was a photographer looking for urban legends, and he knew he had to see it for himself. The house loomed, its once-white paint flaking off, and broken windows that looked like teeth. As if nature were trying to pull it back into the earth, vines climbed the walls. The hum grew louder as Evan stepped onto the porch, breaking through the planks of wood beneath his feet. He pushed open the door. A grand foyer covered in dust and decay was revealed when it groaned in protest. In spite of the still air, a chandelier hung above, its crystals swaying slightly. His chest was resonating as the hum wrapped around him, now getting louder. Evan took a picture with his camera. He saw something move within the wallpaper for a split second as the flash illuminated the walls. He swallowed hard and took another picture. The wallpaper appeared to bulge outward, as if something within was pressing against it, when the flash came back again. His heart pounded. He got closer and extended his hand to touch the wall. It was warm.
By WorldEcho2 years ago in Horror