psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
Jackpot
Jack walked up to the cash register, sliding a sixer of PBR across the counter while simultaneously removing his wallet from the back pocket of his Wrangler jeans. He would pay for the beers with his credit card, but he needed cash for the lottery tickets—the Kentucky lottery hadn’t yet learned how to accept card payment, apparently.
By Robert Pettus4 years ago in Horror
The Crying Lady in the Dakota
The Crying Lady in the Dakota is a bone-chilling thriller that will have you on the edge of your seat from the very first page. The story is set in the famous Dakota building in New York City, which is known for its rich history and dark secrets.
By Riyaz Ahamed4 years ago in Horror
“Lost to the Temptations of the Night: The Haunting of Apartment 13”
In the heart of the city, nestled between towering skyscrapers and busy streets, lay a small apartment building. It was old and rundown, with peeling paint and creaking floorboards. But for the young, naive college student who had just moved in, it was a sanctuary. A place to call home, away from the noise and chaos of the world outside.
By The Imaginarium writer4 years ago in Horror
The Killing Fields: Inside the Global Network of Serial Killers
For years, the world has been plagued by serial killers. They came from all corners of the globe, with no discernible pattern or motive. Some killed for pleasure, others for a cause. But one thing they all had in common was that they were connected by a dark web website.
By Aisha Raheel4 years ago in Horror
The Death Echo
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. As I ran for my life my eyes fell upon the metal shards I was balancing between desperately trying to get back to my Aunt and cousin. The purple clouds caught my attention and I relaxed into a memory; how this night was so peaceful a few hours ago. How I was gazing at the stars and watching them glisten against a glowing atmosphere. How I was sitting on the roof while a light breeze blew my thick black hair off the back of my neck. How I felt like like no one could touch me up there, on that roof I was safe... I was wrong.
By Amber Fierce4 years ago in Horror






