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 Room That Watches
Eva didn’t believe in haunted houses—only haunted minds. That’s what she told herself as she stepped into the remote Victorian rental, dragging two overstuffed suitcases and a half-finished manuscript behind her. The house stood alone on a hilltop, surrounded by fog-drenched trees that swayed without wind, their gnarled branches brushing the windows like bony fingers. It was the perfect place to finish her psychological thriller. Isolated, quiet, inspiring. Or so she believed.
By Muhammad Hakimi9 months ago in Horror
The Echoes Of Control
Echoes of Control The Voice Inside Was Never Yours Most people think control comes from power, from force. They’re wrong.
By Nomi9 months ago in Horror
Whispers in the Wallpaper
Whispers in the Wallpaper Emma had never liked silence. It made her feel like the world had stopped listening. But after the chaos of the city, her therapist recommended isolation—a “reset.”
By Muhammad Hakimi9 months ago in Horror
No Words. No Help. No Escape. Just Pure Alien Horror
“No One Will Save You” doesn’t whisper. It screams—in total silence. There’s a moment, early on in No One Will Save You, when you realize something is very, very wrong. Not just in the story. Not just in the setting. But in you. You’re sitting there, watching, and your breath has slowed. You haven’t blinked. And you realize—no one has said a single word. Not once.
By E. hasan9 months ago in Horror
The Knocking
The Knocking It started with a knock. Not the kind that comes with a visitor or a delivery—no, this one was different. It was soft. Deliberate. Like fingers tapping gently on wood with the weight of knowing it would be heard.
By Muhammad Hakimi9 months ago in Horror
Under the Bed
Under the Bed It started with a whisper. I was 10 when I first heard it. A soft, raspy voice drifting from beneath my bed as I was drifting off to sleep. My room was quiet, the kind of quiet that makes your ears buzz. Then it came—low, deliberate, unmistakably human.
By Muhammad Hakimi9 months ago in Horror
The Real Haunted Story Of Montjuïc Castle
In Barcelona, Catalonia, Spain, Montjuic Castle is an ancient military fortification that dates back to 1640. It was constructed on the hill of Montjuic, which is located in the city of Barcelona. Currently it is utilized as a municipal facility for the city of Barcelona.
By TheNaeth9 months ago in Horror
When Make-Believe Becomes a Nightmare: The Horror of Games That Play Back
Introduction: The Seduction of the Supernatural Humans have always flirted with the paranormal—from Victorian séances to modern Ouija board slumber parties. But what if these games weren’t just pretend? What if something was waiting for us to invite it in?
By 47 joker9 months ago in Horror
I Found a Phone in the Woods. I Shouldn't Have Opened It.
I had no business being in the woods that day. No real reason to walk so far off the beaten trail. I was there to clear my head, to escape the mess of my life back home. My job was killing me, my relationship was falling apart, and the deep silence of the forest was all I had left to ground me.
By Nauman Khan9 months ago in Horror
The House Told Me to Leave. I Didn't Listen.
I first saw the house on a Thursday afternoon. The clouds had opened just enough to pour a heavy rain that slicked the streets of the small New Hampshire town I had just moved to. I wasn’t looking for anything grand—just quiet. After the accident, after the silence that followed my parents' passing, I thought solitude would be healing.
By Nauman Khan9 months ago in Horror
She Forgot How to Scream
At midnight, the bell tolled. Not from a church. Not from any clock. The sound came from inside the house—low and wet, like bones grinding through water. It reverberated through the walls and into her teeth. The windows trembled. The floor moaned.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin9 months ago in Horror
Behind the Glass
Daisy ran through the woods barefoot, the ground slick with cold mud. Branches clawed at her skin, and the air buzzed with static. The moon was huge, full—but eerily still, like a photograph. Too perfect.
By Sanjaana Amin9 months ago in Horror