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 Haunting Return of Rusty
A year ago, the Marchand family's beloved dog, Rusty, ran off into the woods during a brutal storm. He’d bolted at the sound of a thunderclap, his golden fur vanishing into the darkness before anyone could catch him. They searched for days, plastering the neighborhood with posters, wandering through the trees calling his name, until all hope faded. But Rusty was gone.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin2 years ago in Horror
The Aswang: The Shape-Shifting Terror of Philippine Folklore
The Aswang is perhaps of the most insane supernatural creatures in Filipino old folklore, dreaded for its abilities to shapeshifting and its dull extra as a savage, tissue eating part. This chilling figure has made a moving past draw on the social and mental scene of the Philippines, where records of experiences and sightings drive forward. We should plunge into the Aswang's course of action of experiences, social work, and dependable sightings that fuel its persona.
By Kyrol Mojikal2 years ago in Horror
The Silent Pulse
In the small town of Willowbrook, where the fog rolls lazily through silent streets, a very strange phenomenon has its locals on edge. Every single night, right past midnight, strange rhythmic pulses start beating through the air. Nobody knows where they come from. It's faint, but unmistakable; it's almost like a distant heartbeat pounding through the quiet.
By Mavdi16172 years ago in Horror
Locked in Darkness
The neighbors never suspected a thing. The Fritzl family home on Ybbsstrasse was unremarkable, a simple, quiet house among others in Amstetten, Austria. It was the last place anyone would suspect of holding secrets. Yet, under that home, hidden behind walls of concrete and reinforced steel, lay a dungeon that held nightmares only whispered about in dark tales. And at the heart of it was Josef Fritzl—a man with a smile on his face and hell in his soul.
By Tawfique Alif2 years ago in Horror
The Dybbuk On The Roof.. Content Warning.
Chapter One “The roof....the roof is on fire”. Trigger warning: csa, suicide, evil > > She tried to remember where or how the Dybbuk came to be a constant hobgoblin in her life. Divesting her of community, safety, even love partners.
By Archived User2 years ago in Horror
The Mire
In the murky darkness of the swamp, the woman’s eyes opened with a start, her breath catching as she stared at the shadowy ceiling of twisted tree branches overhead. Her senses were jumbled, her mind still struggling to understand where she was, why she felt so heavy, so drenched in cold.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin2 years ago in Horror
The Yūrei: Japan’s Iconic Ghostly Spirit
Yūrei, constantly portrayed as Japanese apparitions, are the spirits of individuals who have passed on with unsettled feelings or conditions, as unfulfilled love, reprisal, or huge hopelessness. Spread out in Japan's rich huge and social legacy, the yūrei holds a colossal spot in stories, creating, theater, and workmanship. Frequently depicted with a terrible euphoria, their presence brings out both interest and dread. We should plunge into the plan of experiences, characteristics, and affirmation related with these renowned Japanese spirits.
By Kyrol Mojikal2 years ago in Horror
The Sunday That Never Ended
There was only one rule: don’t step outside after midnight. A relic of a warning, dusty and ancient, it was whispered like a bedtime story no one could forget. The legend had clung to the town, blanketing its people in both comfort and fear, woven into Halloween like stitches through fabric. They’d been spared another Halloween, just like every year before. That eerie rule? Outgrown, they thought, safe to ignore.
By P B2 years ago in Horror
The Housewarming Visitor
I as unpacking in my new house, sorting through the endless stacks of boxes scattered around the living room. Outside, the sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving only a faint orange glow to seep in through the windows. The silence was comforting, yet strange; it was the kind of quiet that felt like it was waiting.
By Anthony Scott2 years ago in Horror
Craven . Top Story - November 2024.
"The Raven" stands as Poe's deep, bottomless well of ruination, a testament to the bleak nature of existence and the crushing solitude of shadow. In this darkened realm, we find ourselves momentarily possessed by the accursed knowledge that our world is but a dream, confined within the confines of our skulls. Once the cork is pulled from this abyss, like the maelstrom in another of Poe’s tales, we are inevitably drawn into a cosmic shadow—the void of Self. This grim reality mirrors the cosmic black hole that will one day swallow the sun, hurling it into the depths of the infinite abyss, which is our death.
By Tom Baker2 years ago in Horror
Nightfox Reports: Got Brains?. Content Warning.
Today I have another tale to tell, a tale of decapitation, a mad scientist, and Section 8 housing, and it takes place right here in the suburban paradise of the San Fernando Valley, specifically the little community of North Hills, just north of Van Nuys. I was riding my skateboard down Nordhoff Street this afternoon and missing all the hookers that used to hang out on Sepulveda Boulevard before the big crackdown a year or two ago, when I saw some five-ohs racing down Nordhoff Street and turning (illegally) onto Columbus Avenue (a.k.a. Crack Alley), sirens blaring like a pack of howling wolves. One unit after another raced around the corner and went shooting down the street. My immediate thought was that something very, very bad must be happening and I should definitely not go near Columbus Avenue. I should just continue on to the local library to return my books and then head home to study and check my stocks on the internet like any normal person would. So of course I turned onto Columbus and followed the line of police cruisers…
By Samuel Wright2 years ago in Horror
Abyssal Ascent (Part II). Top Story - November 2024. Content Warning.
Ramona and Ingvar walk down the quiet, cobweb drenched halls of Hyperion’s research station. There’s a long moment of silence as the two investigate the haunting structure. There was ample evidence that whatever lifeforms had taken over the station were alien, hostile, and operated with invasive intent. “Why does it feel like you don’t care if you live or die anymore, Mona?”
By Siowas Strange2 years ago in Horror