psychological

Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.

He Texted Me at 3AM. He's Been Dead for 5 Months.. AI-Generated.
The notification came at 3:17 AM. Maya was already awake — she'd been staring at the ceiling for an hour, listening to the kind of silence that feels too heavy to be real. Her phone buzzed once on the nightstand and she reached for it out of habit.
By Amblus5 months ago in Horror
Every Night, I Wake Up at the Same Time
I moved into the house on a quiet evening, just before sunset. It was cheaper than anything else I could find, and the landlord seemed unusually eager to hand over the keys. That should have been my first warning.
By Nasibullah Temor5 months ago in Horror
The Dyatlov Pass Incident. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
In February 1959, nine experienced hikers vanished into the frozen wilderness of the northern Ural Mountains in the former Soviet Union. Weeks later, investigators discovered their tent ripped open from the inside. The bodies were scattered across the snow. Some were barefoot. Some were nearly naked. One woman’s tongue was missing. And to this day, nobody can explain exactly what happened on the slopes of a mountain the indigenous Mansi people called Kholat Syakhl — “Mountain of the Dead.” The case would become known as the Dyatlov Pass Incident — one of the most terrifying and debated mysteries in modern history.
By E. hasan5 months ago in Horror
The Voice That Knows My Death
The first time it happened, I thought it was just a nightmare. 3:17 AM. My phone rang loudly in the darkness of my room. I remember staring at the screen, half asleep, confused. The number was unknown. No country code. No name.
By Nasibullah Temor5 months ago in Horror
Man With any Face
Out of all the things that I had anticipated on when I closed my eyes…this wasn’t it. My childhood monster, Mr. Toothy. When I was a kid, he was a horrible creature with more teeth than face. Something that came for me when I closed my eyes and tried to dream something nice for a change. As a child I tried not to think of Mr. Toothy. Tried everything in vain to keep myself from remembering him.
By Raphael Fontenelle5 months ago in Horror
The Enfield Poltergeist. AI-Generated.
In the late summer of 1977, an ordinary council house in London became the center of one of the most disturbing paranormal cases ever documented. Furniture moved on its own. Children screamed in the night. A deep male voice emerged from the throat of an eleven-year-old girl. And dozens of witnesses — police officers, journalists, neighbors, and paranormal investigators — claimed they saw impossible things with their own eyes. This was not fiction. This was the terrifying case known as the Enfield Poltergeist. And nearly fifty years later, people still debate whether the horror inside 284 Green Street was supernatural… or something even darker.
By E. hasan5 months ago in Horror
The Floor Breathes ⟡
⟡ Martha knew she was dreaming, but in the way you know you’re falling - too late to stop. She stood in a long corridor lined with mismatched doors. Some were carved wood, others metal, one made of frosted glass that seemed to pulse faintly. The floor beneath her bare feet was warm, almost too warm, as if alive.
By Antoni De'Leon5 months ago in Horror
Every Mirror Shows a Different Me
I noticed it for the first time on a Tuesday morning. Nothing unusual—just another tired day, another dull reflection staring back at me as I brushed my teeth. My eyes looked heavier than usual, my face pale, like I hadn’t slept.
By Nasibullah Temor5 months ago in Horror
I Found My Name in a List of the Dead
I wasn’t supposed to see it. It started like any other night—quiet, heavy, and suffocating. The kind of silence that presses against your ears until you start hearing things that aren’t there. I had stayed late at the office, finishing work no one else wanted to do. By the time I left, the streets were empty, swallowed by darkness.
By Nasibullah Temor5 months ago in Horror
The Kaidan of Mount Hotaka. Content Warning.
I clutched my tickets as I boarded the plane to Japan, and loaded my suitcase and bags into the compartments. I sat in my seat, looking at the tickets again, smiling to myself. I was excited to experience the culture, eat authentic food, and explore some of the world's most beautiful landscapes with my fellow adventurers. Every year, we go on a global excursion. We all think of places to go and cast a vote.
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)5 months ago in Horror
Beach House Lost
The soft, rhythmic rise and fall of Anna’s breathing was suddenly shattered by a prickle of instinct that crawled up the back of her neck, forcing her eyes to flutter open amidst the velvet shadows of her bedroom. As her vision adjusted to the gloom, her heart plummeted into her stomach; standing like a vengeful specter beside her mattress was Ms. Ranegan, her silhouette stark and unforgiving in the moonlight. The lethal weight of a rusted sledgehammer rested firmly in the woman's grip, and the glint of malice in her eyes confirmed that the fragile cover of their charade had finally disintegrated.
By Forest Green5 months ago in Horror
Beach House Lost
The air beneath the splintered wooden framework of the staircase hung heavy with dust and the metallic scent of terror, but Bill and Jake didn’t pause to catch their breath once the last of the survivors had scrambled to safety. Their adrenaline-fueled urgency shifted immediately toward the two shivering women huddled in the corner, their bodies trembling violently against the creeping chill of the stone foundation. With grim determination, the men moved forward, intent on providing warmth to the two figures whose lips had turned a ghostly, translucent blue in the biting drafts of the cellar.
By Forest Green5 months ago in Horror