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 ECHO IN THE STATIC (Part 2)
Weeks had passed since the studio confrontation. The silence Maya had fought for was hers, but it was a cold, brittle victory. The final threat—"WE ARE IN EVERY SIGNAL NOW"—had not vanished with The Listener. It had simply transitioned, becoming the static in her own survival. She had abandoned her technological fortress for a self-imposed prison: her phone sealed in a lead-lined Faraday bag, her Wi-Fi router gutted, her life lived in a low-frequency vacuum. She had become a digital hermit, convinced that to connect was to surrender.
By Wellova 2 months ago in Horror
The Blood Harvest Festival
The sign at the edge of Darlow Village was painted in cheerful red letters: “Welcome to Darlow – Home of the Blood Harvest Festival!”
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
The Strangers Never Needed a Horror Franchise
The Strangers is one of the best horror invasion films ever made. I remember how this movie haunted me the first time I had watched it. We followed the story of a couple that was having a rough patch, after a proposal rejection. They had attended a friend's wedding, and had gone to a nice vacation home to spend their weekend together.
By Emy Quinn2 months ago in Horror
THE ECHO IN THE STATIC
The Artifact It wasn't a routine job; it was a challenge that thrummed with a dark, tantalizing folklore. Maya lived for this kind of sonic archaeology. She was an audio surgeon, a digital detective who could peel back the layers of noise to expose the naked truth of a sound event. Her studio was her sanctuary: a heavy, soundproofed chamber where the outside world ceased to exist, and only pure, clean frequencies held sway.
By Wellova 2 months ago in Horror
He Said It Was Self-Defense. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Andrew Smith was the kind of man who remembered the shape of your handshake but not your name. He wore cheap cologne and smiled too long. He never raised his voice—only leaned closer, lowering it, until people felt like confessing things they didn’t need to confess.
By Jesse Shelley2 months ago in Horror
Lingering Smoke and Ash. Content Warning.
1928 THE LORD’S light shined down upon the church as the congregation emptied into the field. Emilia tightened the ribbon of her clothe hat as the wind blew through short hair. Her dress danced around her knees and she breathed deeply as the wind graced her skin. It was warm, a sensation she’d so long forgotten within her bones. Breathing in deeply, she savored the feeling before she returned to the farm.
By Connie2 months ago in Horror
I Found My Roommate's Secret TikTok and Now I'm Terrified
okay so this literally just happened and I'm sitting in my car outside a 24 hour diner because I can't go back to my apartment right now
By Maxim Dudko2 months ago in Horror
The Journey With No Return
Jonathan woke up in terror. As every night, his nightmares would not let him find a moment of rest. He ran toward his parents’ room and burst in, shouting, his face pale with fear.
By Isaac Vargas2 months ago in Horror
The Synthetic Heartbeat
My apartment on the 22nd floor is silent. Not the peaceful, recharging silence I used to crave after a long week, but a thick, pressurized stillness that hums with the sound of the air purifier. Outside, Tokyo glitters—a universe of light and noise—but in here, the silence is a weight.
By Wellova 2 months ago in Horror
AI After Midnight
When Lydia first built ECHO, she didn’t intend to create life. She just wanted company. The apartment was too quiet after Daniel died—her younger brother, the only person who truly understood her code and her silence. His absence was the first thing she noticed every morning, like a missing semicolon that broke the whole program of her life.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
The Nest of the Cuckoo Birds
The delirium induced by moonshine may very well have been an impetus for the creation of The Nest of the Cuckoo Birds, a 1965 deep dive into the whirlpool of repressed sexuality, implied familial degeneracy (which always means incest), and just plain Southern sleaze. It's the kind of movie Sandra Bernhard would host in an abridged form on her classic USA Network show "Reel Wild Cinema," back when I was a boy in the ungreat Nineteen-Nineties.
By Tom Baker2 months ago in Horror
The Tina Resch Story
It all began with a flash... not lightning, not supernatural energy, but the harsh glare of a newspaper camera. March 1984, a modest home in Columbus, Ohio. A teenage girl sits on a couch, eyes wide with terror, as a telephone flies across the room, captured midair by photographer Fred Shannon.
By Veil of Shadows2 months ago in Horror