psychological

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

No Clipping Out of Reality
Imagine strolling through a building. There are numerous people about. There’s a sense of calm and familiarity. Everything is as it should be.
By Jasmine Aguilar6 months ago in Horror
Skinwalkers: The Shapeshifters That Still Haunt the American Southwest. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
In the deserts of Arizona, across lonely highways cutting through Navajo land, and in the endless darkness surrounding abandoned ranches in Utah, there are stories people refuse to tell after sunset. Not ghost stories. Warnings. The Navajo call them yee naaldlooshii — “with it, he goes on all fours.” To outsiders, they are known simply as Skinwalkers: witches said to possess the ability to transform into animals, imitate human voices, and hunt people beneath the cover of night. Unlike modern internet creepypastas, the legend of the Skinwalker did not begin online. It is rooted deeply within Navajo spiritual belief, where discussing these entities openly is considered dangerous. Even today, many Navajo elders avoid speaking about them entirely. And perhaps that silence is what makes the stories so terrifying. Because the people who claim to encounter Skinwalkers often describe the same horrifying details. Yellow eyes. Animals standing upright. Voices calling from the darkness. And something impossibly fast chasing them through the desert night.
By E. hasan6 months ago in Horror
PLAYHOUSE Chapter 1/10
So Sufyan took the job because he had to. That's the honest version. The other version is that he took it because it seemed fine, sixty bucks to walk around an old building for a few hours, but really he took it because Omar had pulled him aside the week before and said the words "reassessment of your position" and Sufyan had said okay, yeah, I'll take the next one. And the next one was this.
By Abdulrahman6 months ago in Horror
'The Woman No One Could Find'
The last message Mara Quinn ever sent wasn’t a goodbye. It was a location. No words. No explanation. Just a blinking red pin dropped somewhere deep in a stretch of forest that didn’t officially exist on any map.
By Kamran khan6 months ago in Horror
Alice, Sweet Alice (a.k.a. Communion, Holy Terror)
I suppose there’s something to the fact that I’m writing on Walpurgisnacht about Alice, Sweet Alice, the gothic Catholic family horror slasher drama wherein we expect some sort of supernatural terror, ala The Exorcist, but instead get psychological corruption, familial dissolution, and general social malaise in a 1960s Patterson, New Jersey, very Catholic family named the Pages. (Note: Walpurgisnacht is the high unholy day of Satanists and black magicians since time immemorial; it was that day when the witches were said, long ago, to fly to the Brocken in the Herz Mountains in Germany, to perform the rites of the Black Mass, cavort with the Devil, and kiss his ass.)
By Tom Baker6 months ago in Horror
The Silent Train
Arrival The train arrived without a sound. Elias didn’t notice it because of noise—but because everything else had gone silent: the faint buzz of the lights, the distant murmur of people, even the steady tapping of his foot against the floor. All of it stopped at once, as if the world had been muted. He looked up, expecting to see the usual late-night commuters, but the station was empty. Completely empty.
By Abdulrahman6 months ago in Horror
The Cursed Canvas: A Painting That Refused to Be Owned...
There are objects that carry stories. And then there are objects that seem to carry something else entirely. In late 2023, tucked between mismatched teacups and forgotten paperbacks in a quiet UK charity shop, a painting appeared for sale. It wasn’t particularly large. Nor was it by any known artist. To most passersby, it might have looked like just another discarded relic, something once cherished, now abandoned.
By Veil of Shadows6 months ago in Horror
The App That Shows You How People Really See You. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
It was just another random app. No ads. No reviews. No description. Just a name: “TRUEFACE” The icon was a plain black square with a white smiling face.
By Alyan khan6 months ago in Horror
The Camera Only Records What Happens Tomorrow. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
I bought the camera from a small street stall near the old market. It wasn’t anything special—just an old, scratched black camcorder with a loose strap and a faint smell of dust and metal.
By Alyan khan6 months ago in Horror
I Started Getting Messages From My Dead Number. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
It started with a scratch. Not loud. Not aggressive. Just… faint. Like fingernails brushing against wood. I heard it the first night while lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. The clock read 2:17 AM. The house was completely still.
By Alyan khan6 months ago in Horror
The Voice Inside My Walls Knows My Secrets. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
It started with a scratch. Not loud. Not aggressive. Just… faint. Like fingernails brushing against wood. I heard it the first night while lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. The clock read 2:17 AM. The house was completely still.
By Alyan khan6 months ago in Horror
Don’t Look in the Mirror After Midnight. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The first time it happened, I blamed the light. It was exactly 12:03 AM when I stepped into the bathroom. The house was silent, the kind of silence that presses against your ears until you can hear your own heartbeat. I didn’t turn on the main light—just the dim yellow bulb above the mirror.
By Alyan khan6 months ago in Horror