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 Doll’s Eyes. AI-Generated.
The Martin family was excited to move into their new house. It was a beautiful old home in a quiet town, surrounded by tall trees that rustled gently in the breeze. For Mr. and Mrs. Martin, it was the perfect place to raise their two children, Sarah and Jake. The house was spacious, with large windows that let in plenty of sunlight, and the backyard was big enough for the kids to play in all day.
By MD TOUHID HASAN AKASH2 years ago in Horror
Nightmare Notes. AI-Generated.
Jacob Turner sat at his small desk, staring at the blank screen of his laptop. The clock on the wall ticked softly, its hands frozen at 2:00 a.m. For the past three nights, Jacob hadn't slept. He had always struggled with insomnia, but this time, it felt worse. He was a writer, and his job was to create stories, but now, he couldn't even form a single sentence. Every idea felt hollow, every word empty.
By MD TOUHID HASAN AKASH2 years ago in Horror
The Forgotten Town. AI-Generated.
It was supposed to be just another weekend adventure. Lisa, Mark, Claire, and Josh had always enjoyed exploring the countryside. They had visited many old towns, took hikes through the woods, and shared countless laughs. This time, however, their journey would take them somewhere they had never expected.
By MD TOUHID HASAN AKASH2 years ago in Horror
Fort Santiago: The Haunted Fortress of Intramuros
Fort Santiago, arranged in the center of Intramuros, Manila, is potentially of the super unquestionable achievement in the Philippines. It stays as a picture of the country's savage commonplace past, bearing the substantialness of many long periods of conflict, disobedience, and adversity. Fortress Santiago's creepy standing stems from its bona fide significance as well as from the dull and much of the time lamentable circumstance that happened inside its walls. Its relationship with confinement, torture, and execution has prompted different ghost stories, making it maybe of the most creepy spot in the country.
By Kyrol Mojikal2 years ago in Horror
See Them Die Part 2
A slow trail of smoke rose from an ashtray on Mike Faraday's desk while he sat in front of his computer scrolling through information. Mike was the only person there that early in the morning. As he focused on the screen, he examined all the calls involving Dr. Sylvia Rodriguez. He was looking for violent offenders connected to Dr. Rodriguez.
By Jason Morton2 years ago in Horror
Chill of the Unknown
The night was not as warm as usual. Mist hung heavy in the air, and the moon, obscured by black clouds, only seldom illuminated the sleepy village of Kandapur with its unsettling light. A young woman in her early twenties named Maya was returning home on foot from her aunt's house.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD 2 years ago in Horror
The Mirror's Reflection. AI-Generated.
Catherine had always loved her room. It was cozy, with warm sunlight streaming through the windows and a soft, cushioned chair by her desk where she often sat to do her homework. The only thing that bothered her, ever so slightly, was the tall, antique mirror that stood in the corner. It had been there since they moved into the house, a gift from the previous owners who claimed it was over a hundred years old. Catherine wasn’t sure if she liked the mirror. It was old, with a heavy wooden frame and slightly cloudy glass, as though time had left its mark on it. Still, she rarely thought much about it—until recently.
By MD TOUHID HASAN AKASH2 years ago in Horror
The Haunted Blackboard
It was an ordinary autumn afternoon at Ridgeway High School. The bell rang, echoing down the empty corridors as students shuffled out of their classrooms, eager to escape the monotony of another day of lessons. For most students, this was a time to head home, meet friends, or indulge in after-school activities. But for me, it was detention.
By nadia khanom2 years ago in Horror
Shadow Creek
Shadow Creek was never meant to be found. Nestled deep in the woods beyond Applegate Estates, the air itself seemed to bend and twist, the trees crooked and wrong, as if recoiling from something vile hidden deep within. The locals knew better than to venture near it, especially after sunset, when the mist came rolling in like the breath of a thousand forgotten souls. Even the animals wouldn’t drink from the water, and the birds stopped singing near the trees that bordered its black depths. But Jaclyn wasn’t one for superstition. She didn’t believe in old wives’ tales or cursed places. That’s what she told herself, anyway.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin2 years ago in Horror
Beyond the Wet Window
It was one of those rainy nights when it felt like the sky would never stop sobbing. My spine tingled as a chilly wind howled through the old house's gaps and rattled the shutters. I sat by the window and peered out into the dark, never-ending rain, my breath making froth on the glass.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD 2 years ago in Horror
