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 Slumber Party Massacre
A pretty tepid entry in the realm of Eighties slasher cinema, The Slumber Party Massacre at least delivers what the title suggests — a massacre at a slumber party. As Edgar Allan Poe proclaimed, “Only this, and nothing more.”
By Tom Baker3 months ago in Horror
Chaonei No. 81: The Most Haunted House in Beijing
Chaonei No. 81, situated at Chaoyangmen Inner Street in Beijing, is among China's most famous haunted houses. The three-storeyed brick mansion, built in French Baroque revival style during the early twentieth century, is a protected historical building owned by the Roman Catholic Archdiocese of Beijing. While architecturally notable, it was missing archive records and the building's long, degraded silence that stirred the public imagination—prime for speculation.
By Kyrol Mojikal3 months ago in Horror
The Message That Changed Midnight
The Message That Changed Midnight When midnight texts become warnings from another timeline. They say the scariest sound at midnight isn’t thunder — it’s your phone buzzing from an unknown number. It was 11:59 p.m. when Aisha’s phone lit up. She frowned — nobody texted her this late. Not since Rohan. He had been her almost–forever, the one who left with a silent goodbye six months ago. The screen blinked again: Unknown Number: “Don’t go outside. Whatever happens, stay inside.” Her thumb hovered over the keyboard. Who is this? she typed. No reply. The flat was silent except for the ticking of the wall clock — the one that always ran a minute slow. The clock struck 12:00 a.m. Buzz. Another message. “You’ll hear a knock soon. Don’t open the door.” Her heart skipped. That had to be a prank. Knock. Knock. Knock. The sound froze her blood. “Who’s there?” she called, voice trembling. No answer. She tiptoed toward the door and peeked through the peephole. A man in a hood stood there, still as a shadow. Her phone buzzed again. “If you open it, you’ll lose everything.” Aisha backed away, clutching her phone. “Okay… this is crazy.” She tried calling her best friend Priya. No answer. Tried again. Nothing. The knocking stopped. Buzz. “Good. Now, go to the balcony.” Every instinct screamed don’t do it, but something in that voice — or whatever this was — felt protective. She slid open the balcony door just enough to peek out. Below, the city glittered — late-night scooters, neon signs, stray dogs chasing shadows. Everything looked normal. Until she saw him. The man in the hood was standing directly under her building, looking up. The flickering streetlight caught his face — and her breath vanished. It was Rohan. She gripped the railing. That couldn’t be. Rohan was in Singapore. He wasn’t supposed to be here — not tonight, not like this. Her phone buzzed. “That’s not me.” Aisha’s heart nearly stopped. She looked again. The man hadn’t moved. “Who are you?” she typed, fingers shaking. The reply came instantly. “I’m trying to help you. Don’t look away.” Then — darkness. The power cut out. The city vanished into black. Her phone’s glow became her only light. Down below, the man’s cigarette flared — a single red spark in the dark. Then came footsteps. Slow. Heavy. Right outside her door. Buzz. “He’s not human. He’ll knock again. When he does, run.” Her mind screamed, This is insane! But her heart — her heart knew fear too real to ignore. Knock. Knock. Knock. That sound again. Heavy. Intentional. Aisha grabbed her phone and bolted through the kitchen door to the fire exit. The metal handle burned cold against her palm. She ran barefoot down the stairs, breath ragged, every sound magnified in the echoing dark. When she reached the ground floor, she burst into the street. The man was gone. Buzz. “You did well. Now go to the bus stop. Don’t look back.” She ran until she reached the 24-hour café glowing like a safe island in the night. Inside, she collapsed into a chair, trembling. “Coffee,” she whispered to the waiter. Her phone buzzed again. This time, not from the unknown number. It was from Rohan. Timestamp: 11:59 p.m. “Aisha, if you’re reading this, something’s wrong. Someone’s using my phone. Don’t open the door.” Her fingers went numb. The first message — the warning — had arrived one minute after his. Her wall clock, she remembered, always ran one minute slow. The phone buzzed one last time. “You shouldn’t have looked outside.” The café lights flickered.
By Franklin 3 months ago in Horror
SEASON 2 : Whispers from the Lantern: The Keeper's Lament
Chapter 3 The drive back to the mainland was a tense and silent one. The team, a group of hardened professionals, were now a group of terrified children. The whispers from the lantern room were still in their minds, a constant, low murmur of sorrow and grief.
By Tales That Breathe at Night3 months ago in Horror
Bates Motel is the Perfect Horror TV Show
I remember how awesome this show was the first time I watched it back in 2018. I had started college for the first time, and when I had some free time to spare, I would immediately go back to watching this show. I knew that Bates Motel was great, and the hype was definitely 100% deserved.
By Emy Quinn3 months ago in Horror
The Story No One Dared to Read. AI-Generated.
Noor had been writing stories online for almost a year, but no one seemed to care. No comments. No hearts. No followers.
By Ghanni malik3 months ago in Horror
Whispers Beneath the Willow. AI-Generated.
There was a willow tree at the edge of the village — tall, ancient, and always trembling, even when the wind was still. No one went near it after dark. The elders said the roots were tangled around something not meant to be disturbed.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Horror
The Entity is One of the Most Disturbing and Terrifying Horror Movies Ever Made. Top Story - October 2025.
I had constantly been told by my family members that The Entity is one of the best horror films, and that I would love this film. It's one of those obscure horror movies that is pretty hard to find through streaming services or even to be able to purchase online.
By Emy Quinn3 months ago in Horror
The Message at 9:47
By Murad Ali Shah It started like any ordinary morning — the kind where you almost forget you’re alive because everything feels too routine. The alarm went off at 7:00 a.m., my phone buzzed endlessly with unread notifications, and the neighbor’s dog barked like he always did. I made coffee, burned my toast, and scrolled mindlessly through messages until one stopped me.
By Murad Ali Shah3 months ago in Horror
The Hitchhiker: "Lovesounds"
"Kurt Hoffman thinks people exist for only one reason: to serve him. But even the mightiest sometimes see their subjects rebel,a nd the palace walls come tumbling down." The Hitchhiker
By Tom Baker3 months ago in Horror
The Mothman: The Winged Omen of Point Pleasant
It began with red eyes in the dark. Not glowing like flashlights, not reflecting like animal eyes... they burned, steady and unnatural, staring out from the abandoned TNT plant on a cold West Virginia night in 1966.
By Veil of Shadows3 months ago in Horror
The Woman in the White Dress
I thought my boss was joking when he produced a photo of a young woman with a big smile on her face. She was beautiful, the kind of innocent thing you would see in a Disney princess movie. He was smoking a cigarette from Gale's pack. I could tell he was irritated that the boss wanted to borrow one from him, but he knew better than to talk back to him.
By Emy Quinn3 months ago in Horror