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 Legend of Hantu Galah: A Tall Tale of Malaysian Folklore
Malaysia, a nation well off in cordial legacy and different practices, is home to a horde of strong legends. Among these, the record of Hantu Galah, or "Pole ghost," stands isolated as one of the most phenomenal and spine-chilling stories. This unsavory substance is said to wander the ordinary regions and disrupted areas of Malaysia, expanding anxiety into the hearts of people who experience it.
By Kyrol Mojikal2 years ago in Horror
The Cursed Seax: Redemption or Damnation?
ed August 14, 1885 The dawn breaks cold and grey over the endless expanse of the ocean. I can no longer feel the numbing chill of the wind on my face, nor do I care for the spray of salt that stings my eyes. Fear and madness have already drained all sensation from my body. The Captain is gone, and the ship has descended into utter chaos. Only a few of us remain sane enough to comprehend the doom that looms over us. There is no choice but to act, and quickly, if we wish to avoid the fate that has claimed the rest.
By Sufiyan mohammed shaikh2 years ago in Horror
The Ominous Night Signal
Life in the isolated village of Kalikapur was quiet and leisurely. Tucked away from the outside world, the town was surrounded by dense forests and foggy hills. The only sounds that disturbed the unsettling quiet of the village at night were the rustling of leaves in the wind and the cry of an occasional faraway wolf. The people had become used to this strange calm. However, Kalikapur's peace was disrupted on one night each year, which was called "Bhoyaal Raater Sanket," or "The Ominous Night Signal."
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD 2 years ago in Horror
Sarcophagus
an X-shape, wrapping around them before pinning them to my chest, as well as quickly wrapping around my legs, binding them together and immobilizing them. The wrappings started to cover my neck, my face, and my entire head. I could feel the soft bandages covering my mouth and tightening around it. I threw my body weight left and right, and then finally forward in a last-ditch attempt to dislodge myself from the back of the sarcophagus, pulling this way and that with my bound arms. But I was stuck and could only watch in horror as the heavy lid slid over the opening, sealing me inside with a dull "thud" sound, though not before I could muster one final muffled cry through the heavy bandages over my mouth.
By Yogesh Sawant2 years ago in Horror
"Wolf": Was Laura Alden the True Villainess?
Amazing that this calendar year marks the 30th anniversary of Wolf, the underrated thriller that starred Jack Nicholson, Michelle Pfeiffer, and James Spader. I remember seeing the trailer to this as a kid, and I was awestruck over the fact that a "Wolfman" movie was coming out in my lifetime; I had already been familiar with the classic 1941 film even then. In this case, it was Nicholson's Will Randall who took on that full moon curse, though when I first watched this a few years after the theatrical release, I quickly noticed the psychological aspect of the film, which hit theaters on June 17, 1994.
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 years ago in Horror
10 and a half days
Jessica stared over the ship's railing as she recalled the accident that had changed her life. She remembered the amusing afternoons and the sudden thunderstorm. Her husband, the captain of the ship, had fought vigorously to ensure that the ship survived the storm but she didn’t. After braving the storm for 10 and a half days, at noon the ship crashed. Only one person, Jessica, survived. Her friends, her family, her daughter, her husband, everyone drowned and she couldn’t save them. She still trembled every time she boarded a ship. She was rudely interrupted in her daydreams when the captain came to give her a tour of the ship.
By Ishika Bose2 years ago in Horror
The Forgotten Portrait
Sophie had always been fascinated by her grandmother's old house. It was a sprawling, creaky mansion filled with dusty furniture, forgotten trinkets, and rooms that hadn’t been opened in years. Every summer, as a child, she would explore the place, inventing stories about the mysterious objects she found, imagining the lives of the people who once lived there.
By Aayush Thapa2 years ago in Horror
The whispering walls
The house was everything Priya and Rohan had ever dreamed of—tucked away in a quiet corner of the countryside, surrounded by tall trees and rolling hills. It was a place where they could escape the noise and chaos of the city, a sanctuary where they could start their life together. The moment they saw it, they knew they had to make it theirs.
By Aayush Thapa2 years ago in Horror
The Witching Hour
There once was a mysterious and terrifying village called Mayapur in the middle of the dense Sundarbans. In whispers, the peasants discussed "Pret-er Prohor"—The Witching Hour. It was just before midnight, when the boundaries between the worlds of the living and the dead became hazy and the departed's spirits were free to roam. The residents would stay inside and lock their doors at midnight every night, hoping for a speedy break of dawn.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD 2 years ago in Horror
