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 Cat Who Knew Too Much
The Cat Who Knew Too Much Sometimes, the only witness to tragedy is a creature no one suspects. When Claire adopted Jasper, she thought she was rescuing a stray. The sleek black cat had been sitting outside the local shelter in the rain, staring through the fence like he was waiting for someone. His golden eyes seemed to meet hers with unsettling intelligence.
By Abdul Muhammad 4 months ago in Horror
The Silence of Oris – Part 2
Eric couldn’t breathe—not from the cold, but from the realization that Oris was not alone. The figures in the fog were not shadows or tricks of moonlight. They were like her, but different—taller, with sharper features, their silhouettes flickering with faint bioluminescence. Their eyes glowed faintly, unblinking.
By Shehzad Anjum4 months ago in Horror
The Fifth Floor
The light hums a single, monotonous note, the color of sickness. It bleeds down the jade-green tiles, pooling on the checkered floor where I sit. Or, where my body sits. I am… adjacent to it. A silent observer to my own stillness.
By Prompted Beauty4 months ago in Horror
👻 The Curse of Kuchisake-onna: Japan’s Slit-Mouthed Woman Urban Legend
Subheading: A chilling tale of vanity, vengeance, and why this story continues to haunt Japan’s streets. Urban legends are not just scary stories; they are cultural mirrors that reveal hidden fears, social values, and changing times. In Japan, few urban legends are as terrifying—or as enduring—as Kuchisake-onna (口裂け女), the Slit-Mouthed Woman.
By Takashi Nagaya4 months ago in Horror
The Roommate Who Never Left
The Roommate Who Never Left I didn’t notice at first. College life has a way of blurring the days together—classes, late-night ramen, group projects that drag on, and the constant background hum of exhaustion. When I moved into my off-campus apartment, I was just grateful I wasn’t stuck in a dorm anymore.
By Talha Maroof4 months ago in Horror
Why Did I Eat That Bug? A Night I’ll Never Forget
There are moments in life when a person makes decisions so bizarre that they themselves can’t explain it later. For me, that moment came when I stared at a giant beetle crawling across my wall, fork in hand, and thought: maybe I should eat it.
By Be The Best4 months ago in Horror
Ditched and Re-Boxed
In the middle of the night, Brad suddenly woke up from what seemed like a push to his chest. He bolted in the bed and looked around. There was no one in the room, except Emily, peacefully sleeping on her side. He got out of the bed carefully, trying not to wake Emily up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. In the hallway, he heard some noise coming from the hunting room. He went there and saw the door’s padlock broken and the door ajar with dim light coming through from inside.
By Lana V Lynx4 months ago in Horror
The Collector of Forgotten Names
The old town square had always been silent at night, but lately, it felt too silent—like the silence was hiding something. The cobblestones echoed with each step I took, and the lanterns flickered as though they feared what lay in the shadows.
By Jack Nod4 months ago in Horror
A Knocked At The Midnight
It began with three knocks that didn’t belong. Not hurried, not fearful—just steady, like someone certain of their right to be there.
By Atiqbuddy4 months ago in Horror
Warfare is a Realistic Depiction of War that Will Leave You Terrified
I had seen Warfare on the big screen, and wow, it was one of the few theater experiences I will never forget. It was the last day to watch this film before it was taken away from cinemas, and I had the whole theater to myself that morning.
By Emy Quinn4 months ago in Horror
The Residue
They said the soul was myth. We proved otherwise. In the recesses of a cadaver— Long cold, long dry— We found a trace.
By Atiqbuddy4 months ago in Horror
Veil of Shadows — The Kelly–Hopkinsville Goblin Encounter: A Siege, Not an Abduction
Western Kentucky, August 21, 1955. Night air pressed heavy as a quilt. A farmhouse sat low under a sky alive with cicadas and heat lightning. Inside: family voices, a card game, the long comfort of a Sunday evening. Then the dog started growling at the tree-line; no bark, just a low warning like a rope pulled tight.
By Veil of Shadows4 months ago in Horror