psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
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A Creepy Encounter at the Gas Station
Scene 1:- Heading to Pet Sit Last year, I was heading to this lady's house to pet sit. After I stopped for gas afterward, I was going to meet one of my friends to have her follow me and stay the night while I dog-sat. I stupidly waited until nighttime to get my gas and stopped at the pump farthest from the store.
Bhangs CorporationPublished 16 days ago in Horror The Shadows That Whisper in Ashwood Forest
A forest that nobody ventured into after dark lay on the outskirts of Ashwood, a small town. Elderly lore and menacing shadows snatched the lives of anybody who dared to wander too far, according to whispers heard among the villagers. There were some youngsters looking for an adrenaline rush, and despite the warnings, the woodland retained a sick attraction.
Sakibul HassanPublished 16 days ago in HorrorThe mystery of the "ghost" ship left all the sailors dead in extreme terror
According to Mirror, all sailors and captains on the SS Ourang Medan were found dead in a state of "extreme terror" without any injuries on their bodies.
This mysterious embalming custom is unique in the Philippines
Since 2000 BC, the Ibaloi people of the Philippines have practiced a very different burial culture. Kabayan mummies that are hundreds of years old are the result of long periods of smoking both inside and outside the body, which only applies to tribal leaders.
Ken aquariumsPublished 17 days ago in HorrorThe Dream
The two brown French doors eagerly await my arrival. “I can’t believe I’m doing this…” I say beneath my breath. A few gentle taps and the doors swing open welcoming me with open arms. “Ahhh Corbin!” A tall woman in a black pants suit says like she hasn’t seen me in ages. I ignore her misplaced greeting and get straight to business. “Look I need you to know I’m not crazy, ok doctor uhmm..” Her face fills with a smile that her cheeks can barely contain. “Please call me Lucy, and I don’t think you’re coming to therapy because you’re crazy.” She says with a playful pat on the back. She’s definitely one of those bubbly happy girls that always looks on the bright side. A damn rainbow hugger, it's enough to make me wanna punch her in her perfect teeth. “Why don’t you come in and tell me what’s bothering you.”
Kenneth BouttePublished 17 days ago in HorrorTen unsolved phenomena
Body and spirit relationship The medical profession is only just beginning to understand how the mind affects the human body. A typical example is In the "placebo" effect, patients feel better when taking a drug that they believe will be effective.
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The Routine
My eyes burst open. I’m covered in sweat. My wife sleeps soundly beside me. I creep out of bed and shower, viciously scrubbing my skin raw. I pull on socks, some slacks, a belt, a button-down shirt, and a tie. Downstairs, my wife, still in her pajamas, has made a pot of coffee. I pour the coffee into the same mug I’ve been using every day for the past decade and kiss her good-bye.
Kevin McLaughlinPublished 18 days ago in Horror The 6 most haunting ghosts of all time
The Bell Family Ghost: One of America's oldest ghost stories belongs to the Bell family on their farm in Tennessee in the 19th century. When John Bell, the family's breadwinner, He shot a strange animal, he couldn't determine what it was and it disappeared. Immediately after that, strange noises appeared. Strange things fall unexpectedly, animals on the farm behave strangely for no apparent reason, and family members are attacked by invisible forces. The event took place from 1817 - 1821 and is considered a classic ghost story. John Bell eventually passed away with a strange bottle of an unknown substance found on him.
Ken aquariumsPublished 18 days ago in HorrorAt the Sheltering Doors
The doors, they always scrambled for the doors first. When they arrive and always by night it was a race to desperately bar the creatures entry to the house in the slow crawl of numb feet that the dream would impose upon him. He never seemed fast enough and the creatures uninhibited by the same constraints always made the doors first. The houses in his dream-scapes vary night to night - Some are mansions, others shacks and some are distorted contortions of his childhood home which burned down when he was ten. But the doors are always the same – frail, loose hinged and never could be fully shut. The creatures too vary – twisted and corrupted forms of animals and people familiar to him: family dogs preternaturally swollen to twice their size with rotting coats of mange and slicked damp with dark liquids of decay. The people too were bloated vestiges of ones vaguely familiar to him but whose names escape him. Their eyes gorged wide with dark blood which streaked their mottled faces in crusted trails like lost rivers which hung from their chins swinging in ropy columns beneath paling yellowed teeth. To let them break through would mean death. This he knew with grave certainty. At the door was desperation and panic as their stench emanated forth, sickly and pungent like vomit and mold and ending in a gruesome exhalation like cancer, the stench sticky and clinging invading his nostrils and lungs never to be expunged. Then in the sudden waking he never knew if he repelled them or not.
Kevin RollyPublished 19 days ago in Horror- AI-Generated
The Whispering Woods
"I don't know how much longer I can take these dreams, Dr. Mallory. They consume me, leaving me terrified of sleep. It's as if the only escape is never waking up."
Cole sutcliffePublished 19 days ago in Horror AWAKEN, O DREAMER, FOR YOUR TIME IS AT AN END
“You alright?” Carter’s question barely registers as Reve stares at the half-eaten biscuits and gravy, his hand arched over and resting on the rim his fourth cup of coffee.
Aaron MorrisonPublished 19 days ago in Horror- Content Warning
The Shadow Of Hands.
My brain is bursting with voices and words, and I can feel the blood- curdling in my fingers. My spine aches, and my feet feel like a million pins are being stabbed into them. Words appear on a wall in front of me,
Carol TownendPublished 19 days ago in Horror