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 Mountain That Ate the Sky horror
The Mountain That Ate the Sky By Dr. Nivara Bloom --- They call it Iskara. The mountain that ate the sky. You won't find it on any map, not anymore. Coordinates are scrambled, digital records erased, and satellite feeds always go dark when they sweep over that part of the world. The locals in Northern Siberia believe the mountain is alive—that it breathes, hungers, remembers.
By Dr nivara bloom9 months ago in Horror
Someone keeps texting me “Hide and Seek?” I wish I hadn’t ignored it.
I received the first message three days ago. I was on my break at work, and I got a text notification. It was odd, it was from an unknown number. Normally I ignored those sorts of messages, spammers and the like usually showed up with those types of auto texts. But this one was different. It was so strange because no number showed up at all, just the message,
By sagar dhital9 months ago in Horror
Someone keeps texting me “Hide and Seek?” I wish I hadn’t ignored it.
I received the first message three days ago. I was on my break at work, and I got a text notification. It was odd, it was from an unknown number. Normally I ignored those sorts of messages, spammers and the like usually showed up with those types of auto texts. But this one was different. It was so strange because no number showed up at all, just the message,
By sagar dhital9 months ago in Horror
As I Walk Through the Shadows
WELCOME! I am truly grateful for all of my readers. You help me to heal through this journey. THANK YOU ALL! The mob knocks—not just at the door, but inside the mind. As I Walk Through the Shadows fragments the line between memory and distortion, survival and control. This entry captures the coded language of initiation—“orphans,” “misfits,” “ROCA baby”—shaped by an unspoken system, tested by chaos. Glitches in the feed mirror fractures in thought. The pressure isn’t outside anymore; it’s crawling under the skin. As the protagonist confronts identity, authority, and the erasure of clarity, questions begin to echo: Who attacked? Who thinks? Who watches? Each line pulses like static from a corrupted screen, revealing flashes of pain, reflection, and resistance. This isn’t a cry for help—it’s a coded transmission. And only those who can read between the static will understand the weight behind the silence.
By Jasper Blackwood9 months ago in Horror
when fear comes off
My sister has always had a soft heart. Soft as sweetbread. She cried after the old woman, despite everything. Maybe because of everything. I remember holding her as she wept, both of us covered in soot, her fingers scalded from holding shut the oven door.
By sheikh Tanem9 months ago in Horror
ONE FRIGHTENING NIGHT IN KAZAKHSTAN
Every summer I would visit my grandmother in Kurchatov—a former military town lost in the Kazakh steppe. Empty five-story buildings with broken windows, rusty playgrounds, roads disappearing into the darkness. A place as if stuck in time.
By sagar dhital9 months ago in Horror










