psychological

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

The Last Ride On New Year's Night Horror Story
December 31st night was colder and scarier than usual. The whole city was busy celebrating the New Year. Fireworks could be heard from far away.
By Horror Talesabout 2 hours ago in Horror
WHISTLECOMBE
"Whistlecombe." That is what had been uttered by you. Nothing more, nothing less. A callous, taut display to be beheld by all eyes upon you. An affront to what you thought would be your triumph.
By Albert Xiongabout 2 hours ago in Horror
OBLIT
This is me. My name is Oblit. It's odd, isn't it? I live on an island. Well, at least I think I do. I haven't seen anyone else in a long time, so I assume I do. I live inside a little house - it's quaint. A five-windowed bungalow, built on a street with only half-constructed houses all around. The lights don't light up at night - and the various concrete and plaster walls that decorate the plain green field only serve as props to my living. I live inside 1557 Rangolin Street. One front door, one back. A modest little backyard with benches and various plants sprouting from scattered pots. Two sets of gardening tools, one for me, one in case I forgot the other.
By Albert Xiongabout 2 hours ago in Horror
The Ninth Hour of Malachi : SEASON 1
Season 1 Chapter 1 Excerpt from the private diary of Father Sorin, Novice Exorcist. Entry dated October 14th, 2003. Location: The Monastery of the Silent Veil, Bucegi Mountains, Romania.
By Tales That Breathe at Nightabout 3 hours ago in Horror
The Man Who Appears Only When You Blink
Everyone in my town sees him—but only in the split second when their eyes close. The first time I noticed him, I thought it was just fatigue.
By Modhilraja day ago in Horror
He's Close
DON’T WAKE DADDY Daddy is already asleep when you open the box. The plastic board smells faintly of dust and something older, like a closed room that hasn’t been aired out in years. The cardboard stairs are chewed at the edges, softened by hands that once trembled as they moved tiny plastic children upward.
By Christina Nelson a day ago in Horror
5 Most Haunted Objects in History: From Annabelle to Robert the Doll
I have a confession to make: I am obsessed with European history, specifically castles. There’s something about a stone fortress that feels like a magnet for the paranormal. In my mind, every castle is haunted, usually by a lady in a white dress, a headless nobleman, or (the absolute worst) creepy ghost children.
By Areeba Umair2 days ago in Horror
The Last Call from a Dead Phone
I recognized the ringtone before I understood what I was hearing. It was soft, tinny, wrong—an outdated jingle I hadn’t heard in years. The sound crept through my apartment at 11:43 PM, threading its way into my bones before my mind caught up.
By Modhilraj2 days ago in Horror
My Reflection Started Blinking First
The first time it happened, I blamed exhaustion. I’d been working late for weeks, sleeping in fragments, living on coffee and half-remembered dreams. When I stood in the bathroom at 2:11 AM, staring at my own face under the harsh yellow light, it didn’t feel strange that my eyes burned or that the reflection looked slightly off. Fatigue plays tricks, everyone says that.
By Modhilraj2 days ago in Horror
The Train That Only Runs for the Missing
The train station wasn’t on any map. I found it by accident, following a shortcut home after a late shift, cutting through a street I’d walked past a hundred times but never down. The air smelled wrong there—stale, like rain trapped underground. At the end of the road stood a narrow platform lit by flickering yellow bulbs. A rusted sign hung crooked above it, blank except for peeling paint.
By Modhilraj2 days ago in Horror
The House That Breathes at Night
At first, everyone thought the sound was plumbing. A soft groan, like old pipes stretching, always around the same time—3:17 AM. In a house as old as ours, that wasn’t unusual. The building had stood for more than a century, swallowing generations of families, secrets sealed behind layers of paint and plaster. Houses like that made noise. They sighed. They settled. They complained.
By Modhilraj2 days ago in Horror
Where Am I?. Content Warning.
The Corridor She stopped. The voice had told her to stop. It sounded like an animatronic creature whose cogs were rusted and sticking, and it frightened her.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 days ago in Horror