Psychological

Don't Do It. Top Story - September 2025. Content Warning.
Emery stood at the bottom of the escalator, fingers clutching the strap of her purse. The lobby was mostly dead, with the exception of the maintenance man. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to turn back—to return to the safety behind the desk.
By Tennessee Garbage5 months ago in Fiction
Bricks. Content Warning.
He heard the knock; he had been dreading this for weeks. He knew the end was near. This was not a knock for someone who wanted to come in; this was the start of something far more sinister.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Fiction
The Knock at Hollow Lane. Top Story - September 2025.
The first knock was so soft Mara thought she had dreamed it. The cottage was always quiet in the evenings, but that night the silence was heavier, as if the walls themselves were listening. The fire guttered down to a bed of embers, pulsing faint orange. The mantle clock ticked with a thin, nervous rhythm. Wind shouldered the house, carrying rain across the moor, brushing the windowpanes with long, wet fingers.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales5 months ago in Fiction
Where the Paint Peels
The town clung to the rocky shore like barnacles on a ship's hull, its buildings weathered into something between architecture and driftwood. What had once been pristine white clapboard siding now bore the scars of countless storms—paint peeling in long, papery strips that curled and fluttered in the salt-heavy breeze like dying moths.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Fiction
Season 5: Whispers of the Forgotten: A Descent into Eldoria Manor
Season 5: Chapter 1 As Silas lay on the floor, his body still, his breathing shallow, the others worked with a desperate, frantic energy. Chloe's laptop screen was a blur of code and schematics, as she tried to find a way to hack the music box. Lena's hands trembled as she lit candles and laid out ancient relics, trying to create a psychic link to the spirits.
By Tales That Breathe at Night5 months ago in Fiction
Ditched
An elderly couple was driving their Buick on a country road in Georgia to Florida after a great Labor Day weekend at their kids'. It was early in the morning and they enjoyed their ride with no cars on the road, just the calm and beautiful late summer scenery with occasional farms.
By Lana V Lynx5 months ago in Fiction
Hunger of the Stars
The night sky had always been beautiful to Jonas. A vast quilt of scattered lights, steady and eternal. But beauty often hides truth, and Jonas was the first to sense the change. It began subtly—stars seemed closer, brighter, hungrier. He told himself it was his imagination. He was wrong.
By syed5 months ago in Fiction
The Cog-Boy of Aethel. AI-Generated.
The streets of Aethel's older districts were a maze of copper pipes and crystalline conduits, perfect for an automaton trying to avoid detection. Cogsworth had disabled his external lights and muffled his mechanical sounds as much as possible, moving through the shadows like a ghost of brass and gears.
By Shane D. Spear5 months ago in Fiction
The Secrets My Mother Kept
Brittney awoke to tears streaming down her face. In her lap, an old book with scratches on the back and front cover. Alexander lay still in the bed next to her, a monitor beeping every so often to the rythm of his heart.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Fiction
The Mirror That Spoke
When the will was read, I expected nothing but fading trinkets. My grandmother had lived quietly, collecting antiques and silence in equal measure. Yet the solicitor’s voice carried one peculiar detail: I was to inherit her house and everything inside it. The house was old, leaning against time, and filled with the smell of dust and lavender. But what captured me most wasn’t the crooked stairwell or the drafty parlor. It was the mirror.
By syed5 months ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
"We need somewhere quiet," Ellie said, clutching her bag closer as they walked down the busy sidewalk. The Starbucks coffee still left a bitter aftertaste in her mouth, but the stolen money felt reassuring in her pocket. "Somewhere private where no one will see us disappear."
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Fiction
A Tiffin Carrier's Secrets
The Peranakans are a unique community among the Chinese in Singapore--one I am a proud part of. Older generations of Peranakans grew up speaking a mix of Malay and English--the younger ones like myself add Chinese to the list.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin5 months ago in Fiction