psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
Losing Myself in the Dark: How I Found My Way Back
A soul lost in the dark—when you hear this, it feels like someone is stuck in a deep darkness, pathless, hopeless. But the funny thing is, in this darkness, we often lose the people closest to us. That happened to me once.
By Md Motiur Rahman2 years ago in Horror
The Passenger. AI-Generated.
Daniel hated driving at night, but the storm had left him no choice. The rain hammered against his windshield, the wipers struggling against the relentless downpour. The empty highway stretched ahead, shrouded in darkness, the occasional pair of headlights flashing past, momentary ghosts in the storm.
By Alex Ariya2 years ago in Horror
Whispers of the Cursed Palace
I never imagined that one day I would stand in front of the cursed palace. Since childhood, I had heard stories about this place—people said that once you enter, you never return. Was it just a rumor, or was there truly a curse hidden within? My curiosity had lingered for years.
By Md Motiur Rahman2 years ago in Horror
The House That Remembers - Part 1
The house had stood for over a century, watching the world shift and evolve around it. Deep in the countryside, nestled between twisted oak trees and whispering willows, it witnessed a multitude of stories—of love, loss, joy, and sorrow. Some claimed the house had a memory, a spirit stamped upon its foundations. Others claimed it only held the echoes of the past, reliving them for those courageous enough to listen.
By Alak Haques2 years ago in Horror
Pakistan Train Attack LIVE Updates: 16 Militants Killed, 104 Passengers Rescued After Attack on Jaffar Express in Balochistan
In a dramatic turn of events, Pakistani security forces successfully neutralized 16 militants and rescued 104 passengers following a brazen attack on the Jaffar Express in the restive province of Balochistan. The incident, which unfolded on [insert date], has once again highlighted the volatile security situation in the region and the ongoing challenges faced by the Pakistani government in maintaining peace and stability.
By Azra parveen2 years ago in Horror
The Ghosts of Fengman Dam: A Village Trapped Between History and Horror
The Ghostly Legacy of Dead Fengman Village, China Dead Fengman Village, situated on the banks of the Songhua River in Jilin Province, is shrouded in somber history and ghostly legend, and so is China's most haunted site. Its history is tied to the construction of the Fengman Dam, a venture that was plagued by difficulty and disaster under Japanese occupation, which left a legacy of haunted specters and unexplained phenomena.
By Kyrol Mojikal2 years ago in Horror
The Ebon
Challenge by Marie381UK: Death to Rebirth Short Story Challenge. Marcus did not die. Death would have been too kind. Instead, he was peeled, like the skin from fruit, like the meat from bone, until nothing remained of what he once was—just a shape that remembered pain. A vessel of emptiness, stretching wider and wider, starving beyond the limits of flesh.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin2 years ago in Horror
The Madness. Top Story - March 2025.
I nestled deeper into the bed, pleading for sleep to overcome me. It was the same thing every single night. Nothing ever changed. I wrapped my comforter tighter around me willing the plush softness to lull me into a false sense of security. But slumber, as always, eluded me.
By Natassia Lawrence2 years ago in Horror
Whispers Behind the Door
The dim glow of the evening light seeped through the curtains, casting eerie shadows along the walls. The house was quiet, except for the faint creaking of the wooden floor beneath their feet. “Is she behind the door? Isn’t she?” the daughter asked, her voice trembling. Her mother, sitting beside her, shook her head. “No, Mom, she isn’t behind the door. It was just your imagination. Please, come back to reality.” But the grandmother wasn’t convinced. Her old, wrinkled hands clutched the edge of her chair, her eyes fixed on the slightly ajar door. Didn’t lie,” the daughter whispered, barely audible. “Focus on the door. Look at it carefully-someone is behind it.” The room fell silent. Even the air felt heavier, pressing down on them. The grandmother hesitated, her gaze flickering between her daughter and the door. “Who, Mom? Don’t see anything,” she finally murmured. And then- The door slammed shut. A sharp gasp escaped both women as their hearts pounded in their chests. The grandmother gripped her daughter’s hand tightly, her nails digging into her skin. From behind the door came a sound-a giggle. A child’s laughter, high-pitched and unsettling. Slowly, the door creaked open again, revealing a small figure standing in the shadows. A little girl. She wore a tattered white dress, her Iong, unkempt hair cascading down her pale face. Her lips curled into a wide, unnatural smile as she tilted her head. The grandmother’s eyes widened in horror. “N. this can’t be.” The child stepped forward, her bare feet making no sound against the cold floor. Her empty eyes locked onto them, filled with something neither of them could understand. Malice? Sadness? The daughter felt her breath hitch in her throat as the little girl finally spoke. “Are you happy, Mom?” The words echoed in the silence, chilling them to their bones. The grandmother clutched her chest, her face draining of all color. This wasn’t just any child. This was her grandchild. But she had died years ago. The air turned frigid, the candlelight flickering violently as if struggling to stay alive. The child took another step forward, her laughter growing louder, filling every inch of the room. The grandmother wanted to run. She wanted to scream. But she couldn’t. Because deep down, she knew- The ghost of her grandchild had finally come home.
By Amal Antony2 years ago in Horror
The Shadow in the Mirror
The apartment was perfect—spacious, affordable, and in a quiet neighborhood. The only oddity was the large, antique mirror hanging in the hallway. Its ornate frame was chipped, and the glass had a faint, smoky tint. The landlord said it had been there for decades, left behind by the previous tenant. I didn’t think much of it at the time.
By Word Weaver2 years ago in Horror
