psychological

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

I Am Starting To Hate Him . Content Warning.
I've been in a relationship for the past 6 months. His name is Blake. I fell for his looks and behavior. The man whom I loved the most is no more the same.
By Black Diamond9 months ago in Horror
Strange Sounds No One Can Explain
Have you ever walked alone at night somewhere or just laying in bed and then you hear something and it could be just a wind or a mouse but in your mind you think Jason Voorhees just whispered your name and is now coming after you? Here are some of the strangest sounds from around the world that we really can't explain.
By Kevin's Home Alone9 months ago in Horror
The Crayon Man's Mark
I can still hear the echo of my mother's voice calling me in for dinner, a sweet serenade that cascaded through the air like a gentle melody. Her voice was a soothing balm, a radiant glow that enveloped my senses in a cocoon of warmth and security. But now, the memory of that warmth is a ghost, haunting me in a place where the sun never rises, where shadows stretch endlessly.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin9 months ago in Horror
A Night I’ll Never Forget!!
The Unknown Shadow: A Terrifying Experience of One Night! I was never a believer in the supernatural. I always thought that anything unusual people spoke about was either born from fear or vivid imagination.
By bd writer9 months ago in Horror
Short Horror Stories
1. The Whistling Man The distant whistling sound would be heard by the villagers each night. At first, they thought it was a lonely traveler or a farmer returning home late. But no one ever saw him.
By Nusrat Azam Esha9 months ago in Horror
The Real Haunted Story Of Teachers Camp
Nestled along the dark Leonard Wood Road in Baguio, Philippines, the Baguio Teachers Camp serves as a training ground for educators. It is often spoken in hushed tones and is a place where educators get certification.
By TheNaeth9 months ago in Horror
Whispers Behind the Walls
The house at the end of Marrow Lane had been empty for twenty years. Or so everyone thought. Children dared each other to touch its rotting fence. Teenagers took blurry photos at night, hoping to catch a ghost. Adults simply crossed the street and muttered a prayer under their breath.
By muqaddas shura9 months ago in Horror
Girl Who Spoke to Shadows. Content Warning.
It started on the third day of winter. Mira always thought shadows were silent. Until one whispered back. “You're late,” it said.
By Sudarsan9 months ago in Horror
Whispers Beneath the Canopy
They told me not to come alone. The locals in the last village—just a scattering of tin roofs clinging to the river's edge near northern Peru—looked at me like I had already died. An old man with cloudy eyes grabbed my wrist when I showed him the map, his fingers like roots tightening around my skin. “The jungle eats the arrogant,” he whispered. I smiled politely. I didn’t tell him it had already taken my grandfather.
By Shah saab IT9 months ago in Horror
The Hollow Mile.
They say it's only a mile long — the stretch of deserted highway between the collapsed highway bridge and the ruined tunnel that no longer goes anywhere. The mile that doesn't appear on any newer map. No matter how quickly you drive your car as soon as possible, or walk as far as possible, you always take exactly one hour to pass through. Neither more nor less.
By Pen to Publish9 months ago in Horror
Headless Priest
In Central America, there are a great number of legends that have been handed down from generation to generation. One of these stories is the one about the priest who came without a head. These tales tell of encounters with ethereal beings who prey upon wanderers while they are hidden away in the shadows. Numerous essential facts about what makes good and evil are often communicated via these tales. Using only one illustration as an example, one of the images serves as a caution to mothers about the terrible consequences that may arise from damaging their children, while another picture serves as a warning to men about the perils of straying from their duties. The story of the priest without a head serves as a cautionary tale for those persons who have the boldness to violate the sacred or make an attempt to reach the divine with impure intentions. This is similar to the example that was presented before.
By TheNaeth9 months ago in Horror
The White Lady At Balete Drive
The long, narrow route to Balete Drive is lined with old trees with twisted roots. Wind whispers convey previous secrets, interweaving with this abandoned place's tales. Quezon City residents talk about the White Lady, a ghost who hovers in the shadows and glows in the moonlight. For years, her mournful presence has enchanted nighttime travelers on this path. Her narrative is part of Filipino tradition, yet few know the actual story of the Balete Drive ghost.
By TheNaeth9 months ago in Horror