psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
A Room For The Guilty - Part One
The wind howled, alive and relentless. Nathaniel pulled his coat tighter around his shoulders. The road had been empty for hours, a stretch of gray earth that seemed to dissolve into the storm. The rain and snow pummeled him from all sides, drenching his clothes and chilling him to the bone. He’d been walking for almost an hour, trying to find help to revive his car. He’d seen no sideroads, lights, or even a sign.
By Steph Marie2 years ago in Horror
The House That Spirits Built: Unraveling the Haunted Labyrinth of the Winchester Mystery House
Located in San Jose, California, the Winchester Secret House remains as an overly complex landmark to one lady's fixation on misfortune, responsibility, and the paranormal. Worked more than 38 years by Sarah Winchester, widow of the guns tycoon William Wirt Winchester, this 160-room Victorian house is covered in ghostly legends and building peculiarities that keep on confusing guests and antiquarians the same.
By Kyrol Mojikal2 years ago in Horror
Pathogen, Ch. 3. Top Story - February 2025. Content Warning.
Marnie walked around in a kind of trance the rest of the day, unable to process what she'd learned in first period. Trevor Kennedy couldn't be dead. There was no way. Based on everything she knew about him - which admittedly wasn't much - he was healthier than a horse; tall, funny, good-natured, and captain of the varsity basketball team. Captains of high school basketball teams did not just drop dead like fruit flies.
By Natalie Gray2 years ago in Horror
Reparative Pal Program Eleven
Leaving the house without shoes wasn’t easy. As the way that the sidewalk felt under my feet was painful. But obviously I ignored it as I ran towards his car. Getting the right key out while keeping an eye on the front door. Soon as I got it open, I climbed inside it. Keeping an eye on the front door while I did it. It was so good to be out of the house. At that moment I had the feeling of the night air on my skin was bliss. Even if it wasn’t for as long as I wanted it to be. Maybe while I’m driving, I can have the windows down. That isn’t the point of all of this as I started the car and pulled out of the driveway.
By Raphael Fontenelle2 years ago in Horror
Skitterscourge
They only showed up in the dark and the darker it was, the better she could see them. They had been there as far back as Myriam first had memories. She had been looking for her favorite blankie and saw the corner of the bright purple fabric sticking out from under the bed.
By Amos Glade2 years ago in Horror
The last survivor of the haunted house
The old Blackwood Manor stood at the edge of town, a decaying relic of a long-forgotten past. Stories of its hauntings were whispered in hushed tones—phantom wails at midnight, shadowy figures glimpsed through shattered windows, and the chilling tale of those who entered but never returned.
By Badhan Sen2 years ago in Horror
The Reflection in the Mirror Wasn't Mine
I never believed in ghosts. That is, until the night I saw something in my mirror that changed everything. It was supposed to be a normal evening. I had just finished brushing my hair when I noticed something strange—the reflection in the mirror wasn’t following my movements. My hands stopped, but the girl in the mirror kept brushing. My stomach turned to ice.
By Aravinth Kumar Sakthivel 2 years ago in Horror
La Recoleta Cemetery: History and Ghostly Legends of Argentina’s Most Haunted Necropolis
History of La Recoleta Cemetery Located in the focal point of Buenos Aires, Argentina, La Recoleta Cemetery is one of the world's mostfamous burial sites. Spread out in 1822, it was at first major for a severe neighborhood a spot with the Recoletos pastors, from whom it takes its name. Precisely when the request was disbanded, the land was reused into Buenos Aires' most crucial public graveyard, organized by French organizer Próspero Catelin. After some time, it changed into the last resting spot of Argentina's elite — politicians, military leaders, writers, and even presidents.
By Kyrol Mojikal2 years ago in Horror








