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 House That Breathed
M Mehran It began with a dare. On the outskirts of town stood a house no one wanted to claim. The windows were boarded, the paint peeled, and weeds grew like claws across the porch. Kids called it The Breathing House, because on quiet nights, some swore they heard it exhale.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Horror
The Whisper of the Jinn
The Whisper of the Jinn The first time Adeel heard the whisper, it was just past midnight. He had returned from his night shift at the hospital, tired, his shoes coated with the smell of antiseptic and sweat. His village home in Swat stood quiet under the pale moon, the wind rustling through the pines like restless hands.
By Wings of Time 4 months ago in Horror
Veil of Shadows — The Dark Watchers of the Santa Lucia Mountains
Intro Narration: Figures on the Ridge The sun is dropping low on the California coast, red light bending through a haze of salt air and dry pine. You’re on a winding trail in the Santa Lucia Mountains, a line of switchbacks that seem to fold into each other forever. The silence is deep enough to feel staged... no bird calls, no wind, no trickle of water from the gullies. And then you see it.
By Veil of Shadows4 months ago in Horror
The Forgotten Room
The Forgotten Room When the Ahmed family moved into the old house at the edge of town, it felt like a fresh start. The paint was faded, the garden overrun with weeds, and the floors creaked with every step, but to Adeel, his wife Sara, and their two children, it was more than a house — it was a chance to rebuild.
By Kamran Ahmad4 months ago in Horror
The Relic in the Wood. Content Warning.
The night Tracie Harp was born, the moon sat heavy and red over the small Virginia town. Her mother remembered the screams of owls in the woods, the broken glass that fell from the nursery window for no reason, and the sudden cold that blanketed the house like frost.
By Crystal Cane4 months ago in Horror
The Terminal – Part One
Julian Mercer awoke with a stiff groan, his cheek pressed against the cold wooden slats of a bench. His neck ached as he sat upright, vertebrae popping, the sour taste of sleep heavy in his mouth. The overhead glow of fluorescent bulbs stabbed at his eyes, a sickly yellow glare that made everything look jaundiced and unreal.
By Shehzad Anjum4 months ago in Horror
