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 Monsoon Lullaby. AI-Generated.
Late one monsoon evening in a quiet village on the outskirts of Dhaka, a young teacher named Leila made her way home through winding mud lanes. The rain had eased, leaving the air thick with the scent of wet earth and jasmine. As she passed the old banyan tree that marked the turn toward her house, she heard the faintest melody drifting on the breeze—a lullaby, sung in a child’s voice.
By Shahruq Hossen9 months ago in Horror
The Rail Reaper
There are places in the world where time seems to stand still. Forgotten towns, derelict train yards, overgrown tracks winding into the mist — haunted not by ghosts, but by something older, darker, and far more deliberate. In The Rail Reaper: Death Rides the Tracks, these liminal spaces become the hunting ground of a myth reborn in iron and fire. The Rail Reaper is not just a killer. He’s a reckoning.
By Habibullah khan 9 months ago in Horror
⛔ Three-day wedding procession, returned alone ⛔
⛔ Three-day wedding procession, returned alone ⛔ An upazila in the middle of Bangladesh, its name is Trishal. Just by pronouncing the name, it seems like the rhythm of poetry rings out. It is not very far from Mymensingh city, but once you set foot there, it seems like time has stopped. A mysterious beauty can be found in the combination of rivers, beels, dirt roads and lonely trees.
By Ratul Shrikh9 months ago in Horror
The One Who Breathes Beyond the Door
In a corner of the village, a small mud house is covered in the shade of a banyan tree. It is very old, but everything inside is tidy—as if someone has left everything in order. Abir lives alone here, in his fifties, a retired school teacher. He has no wife, no children, and no relatives. Loneliness is his only companion.
By Nafiz Hossain9 months ago in Horror
Three Charms, One Revenge
This isn’t just a story—it’s like a real-life curse. It’s about a brave 18-year-old girl who wanted to take care of her family. But she had no idea that her life’s scariest chapter would start one night, after eating a bowl of tripe. It was January 2019. A girl named Alo moved to Gazipur with her mom and older brother. Her parents were splitting up because of family problems, so Alo stepped up to help her mom and brother. On January 1, she started working at a garment factory. Their house in Gazipur had an old mango tree right next to the bathroom. The tree was strangely quiet, like it was hiding something dark from a long time ago. But no one thought it was dangerous back then. A few days after starting her job, Alo began waking up every night at exactly 3 a.m. to take a bath. Every time, she heard a soft voice whispering in her ear, “Don’t be scared, I’m here. Go take your bath.” Weirdly, Alo wasn’t afraid. She’d bathe and go back to sleep without a problem. Her mom noticed Alo waking up at the same time every night to bathe. When she asked about it, Alo didn’t know why she was doing it. This went on for three months straight. Then came the terrifying night—March 8, 2019. Alo’s dad suddenly came to Dhaka to visit. He brought fish, duck meat, and tripe. That evening, her mom cooked a big meal. But as soon as Alo ate some tripe, she felt horrible pain in her stomach. The pain was so bad that she passed out. What happened next wasn’t just physical pain—it was the start of something supernatural. Even while unconscious, Alo was laughing one moment and crying loudly the next. That night, 15 healers came to help her, but none of them could do anything. Some got sick themselves, and others ran away from the house. Around 3 a.m., Alo opened her eyes and saw something so horrifying that no one could handle it. She screamed and fainted again. The next morning, she woke up in her family’s home in Sherpur. She had no idea how she got there. But that evening, the same strange presence took over her body again—laughing, crying, screaming. A religious scholar from India came to help. He started treatment, putting needles under her fingernails, drawing blood, and tying three charms on her body. Each charm cost 3,001 taka. The next morning, all three charms were gone from her body! The scholar said, “I can’t cure her.” Alo and her family went to another healer. For three months, he tried to help, but nothing worked. Alo felt ice-cold all the time, and at night, something invisible wrapped around her. In her sleep, that unseen presence held her tight—but she started feeling like it wasn’t alone. There were others around her. Then came a man they called “Nana,” the father of their neighbor’s wife. He was an experienced healer. At first, Alo felt a little better with his treatment. The strange presence that seemed to protect her told her one day, “Give me something, and all your family’s problems will go away.” Alo believed it and told Nana. He said, “That’s a good thing. It’s here to protect you.” The next day, Nana brought snacks—samosas, puris, and sweets. Alo ate them, not knowing that by eating, she was closing the door to her freedom. Nana trapped the “good” spirit in a tree and sent 11 terrifying, violent spirits into Alo’s body. That’s when her real suffering began. These spirits attacked her every two days. If she didn’t obey them, they bit her or beat her. She couldn’t tell anyone. The pain and fear built up inside her like a fire she couldn’t put out. Nana also made sure she couldn’t get married for 14 years. Alo would stay up at night, wondering, “Why doesn’t God just take me away?” What she saw and went through is so awful that most people wouldn’t have the courage to talk about it. But Alo fought. She’s still fighting. She says, “I’m as strong as a healer now. I could hurt people with my power if I wanted to, but I won’t. I don’t hurt others. But I still haven’t fully saved myself…” This story doesn’t end here. Alo still carries the shadows of that cursed past. There are things she hasn’t said—because those terrifying truths are so dark, they might disturb anyone who hears them.
By Ahsan Sazid 9 months ago in Horror
The Last Text
The rain tapped against the window like impatient fingers, the kind that drum on a table when someone is waiting for a reply. Ella checked her phone again—still nothing from Mark. He’d promised to call after his business trip, but three days had passed with only silence.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"9 months ago in Horror
The Whispers Beneath Room 13
I was never the type to believe in ghost stories. I grew up in a world where logic ruled and science explained everything. But after what happened during my final year in college, I no longer sleep with the lights off—or sleep much at all.
By Muhammad Hakimi9 months ago in Horror
