psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
Reflections of Fear: A Casual Haunt
It was just another lazy Sunday afternoon in the small town of Willow Creek. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and there wasn't a single hint in the air that anything out of the ordinary could happen. That is until Jake decided to explore the old Henderson house at the edge of town.
By Chevz Munandar3 years ago in Horror
The Horror of Raven's Hollow. Content Warning.
Raven's Hollow was a forgotten village in the Appalachian Mountains, tucked deep within a dense forest. It had been abandoned decades before after a series of strange disappearances, and its decaying buildings were cloaked in an eerie silence. But among the murmurs of the wind and the rustle of leaves, there lingered a gloom that refused to go away.
By Jonathan Rose3 years ago in Horror
Exploring the Psychology of Fear: Why Do We Love Horror?
The human fascination with horror has been a longstanding phenomenon, deeply ingrained in our cultural history. From ancient folklore to modern cinema, the allure of fear has captivated audiences across the globe. But what exactly drives this fascination? Why do we willingly subject ourselves to terrifying experiences that evoke feelings of dread and unease? In this article, we delve into the psychology of fear to unravel the mysteries behind our love for horror.
By BLESSING COOL 3 years ago in Horror
Woman on the lamp. Content Warning.
Once, there was a boy who went to his grandparents' house with his parents. His grandparents lived in another country, and their house was located outside the town because the grandfather loved spending time in the forest. All of the relatives were there celebrating their anniversary when the phone rang.
By Hafsa Mughal3 years ago in Horror
He Only Watched by:rosalezom
I'm really scared and I don't know what to do. I don't even know what happened. I called the police and made a report. My parents are on their way home now. They should be horne in a few hours, hopefully before it gets dark. I don't want to be here by myself. My parents asked me to watch their house for a few days while they went out of town. It was really no problem, I'm on break between classes and had absolutely no plans this weekend. I packed some clothes and things and made the half hour drive, looking forward to my weekend smoking pot, watching some movies on their big TV, and relaxing. The area is going through a cold spell and big globs of snow had begun to fall yesterday morning and well into the night. Around 2 AM this morning I was still up, just relaxing on the couch and decided I was going to go out and get some food. I briefly looked for my phone but couldn't find it. It had been on the side table beside me but it was no longer there. I figured I must have left it in the bathroom or something and shrugged it off. I bundled up, grabbed my keys, and was barely able to drive my car out of the steep, snow-laden driveway. It was a bad idea, stupid to go out in this weather, but I was high and hungry and nothing was going to stop me from a midnight burrito. The snow had started to fall even harder on my way back to the house and by the time I got back there there was a thick build up of snow on the driveway. Instead of parking at the end by the garage I decided to park behind my dad's old truck. It was still halfway down the driveway but it would be easier to pull out in the morning. As I was getting out of the car a slight movement caught my eye. Something moved in the truck ahead of me. It was very dark but I could just make out the silhouette of a head in the driver's seat. I froze. There was a man in my dad's truck. I slowly got back in my car and shut and locked the doors. I wasn't sure if he had seen me. I kept watching the head and I realized, in the rear view mirror of the truck, I could see his eyes illuminated by the porch light. He was watching me. He knew I was there and he was staring right at me. My heart was pounding and I started to feel dizzy with fear. Immediately I reached into my pocket for my phone. I cursed at myself when I remembered I had left without it. If only I had taken the time to look for it. I was still watching the man watching me. I put my keys in the ignition and started the car. When the engine started, the man suddenly opened the door and jumped out of the truck. I panicked and slammed on the gas but my car couldn't get traction in the snow. It started to turn rather than backup and the more I pressed the gas, the more diagonal my car became. The man stood beside the truck facing me. He didn't move, he just stood there and watched me. I tried to back up again and decided it was no use, the snow had me stuck. I was so scared. The man didn't walk towards me, he only stood and watched. I briefly contemplated getting out of the car and running but I knew if I did, the man would catch me. I knew the man wanted to do something horrible. I had no choice but to sit there and watch him watch me. The snow was still falling and my car grew cold. I turned up the heat and continued to sit there, not knowing what else I could do. I thought the man would get back in the truck but he didn't. He stood there and let the snow collect on his shoulders. His eyes are blank and expressionless. It felt like hours passed and he was still there. Still watching. He hadn't moved an inch. It was hard to look directly at his eyes. There were dark and cold and conjured a feeling inside me too horrible to explain. I willed myself to stay awake but the heat and the weed was taking its toll and eventually I dozed off. I woke up feeling stiff and confused. When I remembered where I was immediately turned on my windshield wipers to wipe away the snow that had collected on my window. It was dusk now, and the man was gone. The truck door was still open but there was no trace of the man. Wait, no... that's not true. The only trace left of the man was the footsteps in the snow leading to the passenger side of my car. It was then that I determined I would not be safe in the house, even with the doors locked. On the car seat lay my phone, and with dread I realized that the passenger side floor was covered in snowy footprints.
By Shamshath Begam3 years ago in Horror
Shadowed Pursuit. Content Warning.
The night air was thick with an eerie stillness as I stood on the corner of the dimly lit neighborhood block, waiting for Stephanie. My heart thudded in my chest, a mix of anticipation and unease swirling within me. The glow of the streetlights cast long, menacing shadows, and a chill wind whispered through the empty streets, sending shivers down my spine.
By Briona Whitehead3 years ago in Horror
