psychological

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

Potential
My phone rang, but no one answered when I answered. While parking, it rang again. “Hello?” “This is the place.” “What? Who is this?”
By Andrea Corwin 8 days ago in Horror
A Portmanteau of Surreal Neologism.
The black portmanteau had stood almost empty in the corner, gathering dust since the passing of my younger sister, Francine...five years ago.
By Novel Allen8 days ago in Horror
The Spectators
Daniel Mercer had spent much of his professional life persuading people to look at things they did not care about. At forty-two, he ran the creative department of a Manhattan advertising agency and understood the mechanics of human attention. He knew that curiosity and disgust were not opposing emotions: an unpleasant image could hold a viewer’s attention far longer than a beautiful one, provided it promised to reveal something worse.
By Isidora Luna8 days ago in Horror
Baby Doll
“Tell me what happened,” urged Bryce Talbot. At first I didn’t know what to say. I couldn't even look him in the eyes. All I could do was stare at the steaming mug of tea warming my hands as I sat across his kitchen table.
By Taylor Rigsby8 days ago in Horror
His Black Heart 🖤. Content Warning.
Her trusting heart was brimming with yearning and disappointment as he was going away for the weekend, right up until his heartbeat messaged hers for the first time.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡8 days ago in Horror
Fermi Paradox. Top Story - October 2026.
The rocket arched across the sky. Beyond the horizon’s curve, the railguns of the Athakanizi hummed the death march of the once system-spanning race. Singularity Unit 6X3 stood at its post, watching through electric eyes as the Athakanizi died beneath the second sun followed by a mushroom cloud.
By Matthew J. Fromm9 days ago in Horror
Channel 19
I’ve driven nights for nineteen years. You learn what the road sounds like when nothing is wrong. Tires hum, the engine keeps its low note, and the CB hisses on channel 19, with now and then another driver complaining about the weather or a weigh station.
By zenGaze9 days ago in Horror
Dad (Home)
The first voicemail arrived on a Tuesday, at 3:12 in the morning, from a number I had paid to disconnect four years ago. I know it was that number because I had never been able to delete it from my phone. Dad (Home) . The little photo next to it was him squinting into the sun at the lake, holding a fish he was clearly lying about.
By zenGaze9 days ago in Horror
Thank You for Listening
The overnight shift at 89.3 was the loneliest job in town, which is why I took it. The station was a one-room cinderblock building behind the feed store, and after midnight it ran itself. A computer played the music library in a loop. A transmitter hummed in a rack by the door. My job was to sit in the studio, check the meters every hour, and write the numbers in a logbook that nobody had read since 2009.
By zenGaze9 days ago in Horror
Side B
I paid two dollars for the recorder, and the woman running the sale threw in the tape because it was already inside. A little silver microcassette recorder, the kind journalists used to carry, with a cracked case and a strap worn smooth by someone else’s wrist.
By zenGaze9 days ago in Horror
Static Whispers. Top Story - October 2026. Content Warning.
The baby is due next week. A long-awaited bundle of joy after years of loss. You sit in the nursing chair, swinging back and forth, clutching your bump. Your trance is interrupted; the monitor crackles. Your eyes dart to the flashing green light across the dimly lit room. A surge of adrenaline steals your breath; the baby monitor wasn't plugged into the wall.
By Sharna Halliwell9 days ago in Horror
Keep This One
“Don’t blow yet,” Mum says. “Your uncle isn’t ready.” I am seven. One of the candles has burnt almost to the icing. Behind the camera, my uncle tells me to look at him.
By Iris Obscura9 days ago in Horror