psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
An Egyptian doctor's conversation with a patient who died five years ago?
The events of the strange and mysterious story begin in the year 2022 in Cairo, Egypt, when my friend, Dr. Mustafa Saad, called me while he was trembling and stuttering, as Musab began to tell me, "I will tell you something, and I swear to you that everything I will say has actually happened to me", so I interrupted him and told him to calm down and tell me what happened in detail He said, "A strange and strange situation happened to me that made me very confused and confused, and I felt goosebumps running through my body and I felt as if I was in a dream." Then he repeated the oath that what happened was reality, and he also told me that there was the secretary who worked for him testifying to the events that had happened, so I said, "Don’t talk and tell me what happened." I was curious, so Mustafa continued, saying Two days ago, before I left work, the secretary entered and told me that there was a young man who wanted a treatment session, and that she had told the young man that the shift had ended and that he had to make an appointment in advance, so he insisted on the secretary to see me and talk to me, so I told the secretary, "Okay, let him enter the clinic So the young man entered and was experiencing signs of sadness and depression and said to me, Doctor, please, I want you to help me. My beloved has died a long time ago, and I cannot forget her. I feel a lot of pain at her separation, and I feel that every day I want to end my life. I came to tell you that I am thinking of ending my life. I told him to calm down. I took his personal information, such as name, phone number, and some other information, and I said, "We will schedule a session in two days so that we can sit down and do a treatment session, and I will be there Waiting for you here, I interrupted the doctor again and said, "Okay, what happened next He told me that the strange thing began today morning when it was time for the treatment session for the young man. He did not come. Here I felt worried about him, especially since he told me his thoughts about ending his life, so I immediately called the number he gave me. Here was the surprise that the one who answered an old woman, so I said to her, Hello, I am Dr. Mustafa, is so-and-so here, there is an appointment between us today, and I received a shocking response from the lady, my son, is she kidding me that She says that my son, who died five years ago, came to your clinic and made an appointment for a treatment session here. I got goosebumps and started telling her, "I swear to you, ma’am, that your son has come and I have a certificate, as my secretary testifies with me that my words are true." Here she started saying, surprised, "Can you describe me?" The young man said, "Yes", and I described him accurately, and she said, "Indeed, the descriptions match the descriptions of my deceased son." Here, my fear increased I told her, "Can I see a picture of your son?" She said, "Of course you can come to our house whenever you want." Indeed, I quickly went to the young man’s house and entered, and the old lady and her husband received me. I told them that their son came and told me about his beloved and his feeling of wanting to end his life. The old lady told me, "Indeed, my son had a lover." She had died, and when she died, my son’s psychological state began to get worse day after day until he ended his life, so I said Please show me his picture, she said okay, and she went to an inner room and brought me a personal picture of her deceased son, and here the shock was that this young man in the picture was the same young man who spoke to me in my clinic, so here I felt dizzy in my head and fainted from the horror of the situation and the shock I interrupted the doctor and said, "Are you sure of what happened?" He said, "I swear to you, I swear, Musab, that everything that happened is a reality, and I found no one but you, being my friend, to tell him what happened." I told him, "It’s okay, my friend." You calmed down with a little silence, then he screamed and stopped talking, and the shock was that my friend Mustafa died of a heart attack after the incident The story was copied from an Egyptian journalist
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My story that I couldn't tell anyone
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"The Unseen Passenger"
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By Dharanidharan T 2 years ago in Horror
"Blood Moon Rising"
The small town of Ravenswood was nestled deep within the Appalachian Mountains, a place where everyone knew each other's names and secrets were as much a part of the landscape as the dense forests and rolling hills. Founded in the early 1800s, Ravenswood had seen its fair share of strange occurrences, but nothing compared to what happened on the night of the blood moon. The town was buzzing with excitement on the evening of the lunar eclipse. The blood moon, a rare celestial event, was set to occur, and the townspeople had gathered in the town square for a night of festivities. There were food stalls, games for the children, and a sense of communal joy that only a small town could foster. At the center of it all was the town's mayor, Evelyn Harper, a woman in her late fifties with a warm smile and an air of authority. As the moon began its slow transformation, casting an eerie red glow over the town, an unsettling feeling crept into the hearts of the townsfolk. The temperature dropped suddenly, and a thick fog rolled in from the surrounding forest, blanketing Ravenswood in an otherworldly mist. The laughter and chatter of the crowd faded into uneasy murmurs. Mayor Harper tried to reassure everyone. "It's just the eclipse," she said with a forced smile. "There's nothing to worry about." But as the moon turned a deep crimson, the fog grew thicker, and a strange, haunting melody began to echo through the streets. It was a sound no one could place, a tune that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. The children stopped playing, their faces pale with fear, and the adults huddled closer together. Then, without warning, the lights went out. The town square was plunged into darkness, save for the blood-red glow of the moon. Panic set in, and people began to scream, their voices piercing the oppressive silence. "Evelyn!" called out Thomas, the town's blacksmith, his voice trembling. "What the hell is happening?" "I don't know!" Evelyn shouted back, her own fear barely contained. "Everyone, stay calm. We need to stick together." But it was too late. The fog thickened, becoming almost tangible, and the ground beneath their feet began to tremble. The melody grew louder, more insistent, as if it were calling to something deep within the earth. In the midst of the chaos, a young woman named Clara, known for her curiosity and bravery, broke away from the crowd. "I think it's coming from the old mine!" she yelled, pointing toward the east side of town where the abandoned Ravenswood Mine lay dormant. The mine had been closed for decades after a series of mysterious accidents claimed the lives of several miners. It was said to be cursed, and few dared to go near it. But Clara had always been fascinated by the mine and its dark history. With no other options, Mayor Harper made a decision. "We have to check it out. Maybe we can stop whatever this is." A small group, including Clara, Thomas, and Evelyn, made their way through the dense fog toward the mine. The eerie melody grew louder with each step, and the air grew colder. When they finally reached the entrance, they found it wide open, the old wooden beams creaking ominously. Inside, the air was thick with dust and the smell of damp earth. The group moved cautiously, their flashlights casting long, eerie shadows on the walls. The melody seemed to be coming from deep within the mine, drawing them further into the darkness. As they descended, they found strange markings on the walls, symbols that none of them recognized. Clara, who had studied folklore and ancient languages, paused to examine them. "These symbols...they're warnings," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "They speak of an ancient power, something that should never be disturbed." The group pressed on, their fear mounting with every step. Finally, they reached a large cavern, and at the center of it stood a stone altar. On the altar lay a book bound in dark, weathered leather, its pages filled with more of the strange symbols. "It's the source," Clara said, stepping forward. "This book...it's the key." But before she could reach it, the ground shook violently, and the cavern walls began to close in. The fog thickened, and the melody reached a deafening crescendo. The group was paralyzed with fear as a figure emerged from the shadows—a tall, cloaked figure with glowing red eyes. "You should not have come here," the figure intoned, its voice echoing through the cavern. "The blood moon has awakened an ancient curse, and now you must pay the price." With a wave of its hand, the figure unleashed a torrent of dark energy. The group screamed as they were enveloped by the fog, their bodies dissolving into the mist. Outside, the town of Ravenswood vanished without a trace, leaving nothing but an empty, silent forest in its place. The next morning, a search party from a neighboring town found nothing but the old mine and the faint echo of a haunting melody carried on the wind. Ravenswood had disappeared overnight, leaving behind only a chilling legend of the blood moon and the curse that consumed it.
By Dharanidharan T 2 years ago in Horror
Waiting To Come Back
Since I was going to bat after a long time, I was a bit tense. Swaroop from our village was bowling. The other team had already scored so many runs that I knew if we could score even half of their runs, we would win the match. Beside me was Ritu, my cousin, who, instead of encouraging me, was making sarcastic remarks. She is only seven and doesn’t understand cricket, but she knows that if she distracts me, I might have to give up batting. Don't think that we were playing in some big tournament; it wasn’t even a small village tournament. We were playing in my uncle's yard, and the only spectator was my cousin Ritu.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD 2 years ago in Horror
