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 Other City
Ashwinibabu commutes daily by car from Santragachhi to a private office in Chandni. One evening in the month of Ashar, it started raining heavily. Everyone left the office a bit early because of the rain. Ashwinibabu hoped to reach home before the rain got too heavy. Driving on Second Bridge during rain is risky. But as he approached Eden, the rain intensified along with strong, erratic winds. Forced to pull off the main road, he parked and waited in the car. The increasing rain made him more anxious. When he looked outside, he saw water and lamppost lights at the edge of the road. His head felt dizzy as if a puzzle was forming from the mix of water and light. When things felt normal again, he realized the car was moving. He wasn’t driving it.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD 2 years ago in Horror
My Madness Only for My Love
Penelope Tuft wasn't your typical bread cook. While her neighbors produced blueberry biscuits and chocolate chip treats, Penelope's manifestations were works of palatable workmanship. Her baked goods were blasts of variety and surface, challenging classification with unusual names like "Starlight Scones" and "Joyous beyond words Cupcakes."
By Iftikhar Akram2 years ago in Horror
Until They Grow Fangs
The front door squeaks as I walk in and an old black and white western plays on the small flat screen in the den. The cover on the sofa reflects some of John Wayne’s greatest work in the sheen of all the plastic. The small townhouse is filled with the scent of mothballs and menthol. Several prescription bottles lay on the coffee table but there’s nothing worth taking. I invite myself in and make myself at home. My muddy boots leave a trail of every step I take; a noticeable contrast in the otherwise pristine living space. It’s probably best if I leave my boots by the door.
By Kenneth Boutte2 years ago in Horror
ToGetHer
Shaky fingers follow along the words listed, “Crimson craft of the far depths, arise from the black of the midnight hour. Keep Turben- Turbenis ughhh!” A young man yells, throwing his book to the floor. “I’m never gonna get this spell right.” He says pushing his glasses up to his face and adjusting his pocket protector beneath his sweater vest. Dimly lit candles cast eerie shadows of his sinister plan along the walls. Jars of small organs from rodents and reptiles line the countertops to help him perform the ritual. He can’t even believe he’s resorted to this measure of desperation but she’ll never see him otherwise. The young man Tristan carefully collects the book, blows out the candles and gives up for the evening. “I hope this doesn’t stain.” He says as he pushes a mop across pentagram drawn in chicken blood on the floor in his small kitchen apartment. With all the ritual candles blown out the young man heads to bed but not before logging on to the dating app and gazing at her profile one last time. “I’m gonna marry that girl one day… One day we’ll be together.” He says before slowly drifting off to sleep.
By Kenneth Boutte2 years ago in Horror
Whispering Pines: A Haunting Tale
In the quiet town of Willow Creek, nestled between mist-covered mountains and a whispering river, stood an abandoned asylum known as Whispering Pines. The asylum, with its weathered stone walls and broken windows, was a relic of a darker time—a place where the mentally ill were once housed and often forgotten.
By Syed Hammad Hussain2 years ago in Horror
Echoes of the Forgotten Mansion
The old mansion stood at the edge of town, its darkened windows and overgrown gardens a stark contrast to the neatly manicured lawns of its neighbors. Stories of its haunting whispered through generations, tales of strange lights flickering in the attic at night and voices echoing from empty rooms. Most dismissed these as mere folklore, but those who lived closest knew better than to venture near after dusk.
By Syed Hammad Hussain2 years ago in Horror
The Knock
Gray hairs line the sink as I yank another from my chin. “Where the hell do these things come from?” I ask myself rhetorically. It’s like every time I turn around there’s one here or one there. Found on my chest the other day. Pesky lil things. Now that all the grays are gone, an image of a pot-bellied version of myself stares at me in the mirror. Geez when did that happen? I suck in my gut to remind myself I can still have my college physique if I wanted to. I’ll go to the gym tomorrow, as for now, there’s work to be done.
By Kenneth Boutte2 years ago in Horror
Kafka's cockroach in the story 'Metamorphosis'. A sad tale.
The Metamorphosis. In the story, poor Gregor Samsa wakes up one morning to find himself transformed into a "monstrous vermin". He initially considers the transformation to be temporary and slowly ponders the consequences of his metamorphosis. Stuck on his back and unable to get up and leave the bed, Gregor reflects on his job as a traveling salesman and cloth merchant, which he characterizes as being full of "temporary and constantly changing human relationships, which never come from the heart". He sees his employer as a despot and would quickly quit his job if he were not his family's sole breadwinner and working off his bankrupt father's debts. While trying to move, Gregor finds that his office manager, the chief clerk, has shown up to check on him, indignant about Gregor's unexcused absence. Gregor attempts to communicate with both the manager and his family, but all they can hear from behind the door is incomprehensible vocalizations. Gregor laboriously drags himself across the floor and opens the door. The clerk, upon seeing the transformed Gregor, flees the apartment. Gregor's family is horrified, and his father drives him back towards his room. Gregor is injured when he tries to force himself through the doorway (which is too narrow for him) but gets unstuck when his father shoves him through.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Horror
Reed Alexander's Horror Review of 'Stop Motion' (2023). Content Warning.
So, there is a lot about this movie that is just brilliant. It's got great acting, great atmosphere, an interesting plot, it gets downright cerebral at time, and frankly the little stop motion segments are creepy as fuck. The problem is, this movie only really had enough material for a 45 minute short. It simply couldn't pull off feature length and there is A TON of padding. This movie had Gladiator moments. If you remember from the film Gladiator (2000), there were completely needless scenes that showcased an almost psychedelic expressionist internal turmoil of the main character who longed to return to his home. I call them "Gladiator Moments" a moment when the movie is padded with artsy nonsense for artsy nonsense sake. It's fucking annoying and distracts from the movie.
By Reed Alexander2 years ago in Horror
Mount Salak: Guardians, Ghosts, and Grief
Mount Salak, located in West Java, Indonesia, is a prominent and mystical volcano that has captivated the imagination of locals and visitors alike. Its lush forests, steep slopes, and volcanic craters create a picturesque landscape, but beneath this natural beauty lies a history marked by tragedy and eerie tales of hauntings. This article delves into the history of Mount Salak and explores the ghostly evidence that has made it one of Indonesia's most haunted locations.
By Kyrol Mojikal2 years ago in Horror
Echoes of Fear in Rural Pennsylvania
In a quiet corner of rural Pennsylvania, nestled among towering pines and rolling hills, stood an old farmhouse. It had been vacant for decades, its weathered facade and broken windows a testament to neglect. Local legends whispered of dark deeds and tragic ends that befell anyone who dared to venture inside after sundown.
By Syed Hammad Hussain2 years ago in Horror
