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 Ningen: Japan’s Government-Concealed Arctic Humanoid
“White Under White” Imagine a horizon that never blinks. A seam of gray sky stitched to a dead-flat sea, nothing to measure distance, nothing to hold onto but your breath fogging in your mask. The ship’s metal moans in the cold. Sonar pings like a heartbeat you don’t trust. And then, under the ice, something pale glides by. It’s not a whale. Not a seal. It is shaped like an idea you don’t want to have: a human form, impossible in scale, moving with the slow, deliberate grace of something that has never needed to fear you.
By Veil of Shadows4 months ago in Horror
The House on Ashwood Lane
The second night was quieter. Almost too quiet.The Whitlocks had unpacked most of their things, though the house still felt cavernous, its long hallways swallowing every sound. Emily kept the brass key tucked under her pillow, certain it belonged to one of the doors upstairs, but none had a lock. That night, she wasn’t the only one awake. Her brother, Jason, wandered the hall around midnight. He swore he heard water dripping, though every faucet in the house was dry. The sound led him to the tall, dust-streaked mirror at the end of the corridor. It had been there when they moved in. None of them had touched it. The mirror’s frame was carved with twisting vines, the wood cracked, but what unsettled Jason most was the glass itself, dark, uneven, like it had been warped by heat. He paused. In the reflection, he could see himself standing in the hall, pale in the moonlight. But the longer he stared, the more wrong it looked. His reflection’s head tilted… before he moved. Jason blinked hard. His reflection straightened again, perfectly normal. He laughed nervously under his breath. Lack of sleep, he told himself. Too many horror movies. But when he turned to leave, the reflection didn’t. The next morning, Jason refused to walk past the mirror. His parents barely noticed, they were too busy arguing about the smell of mildew in the kitchen. Emily, though, noticed everything. She found her brother sitting on the porch, pale and silent. “What happened?” she asked. Jason shook his head. “The mirror’s wrong. Don’t look at it.”Emily glanced back through the doorway. From the hall, the mirror glimmered faintly, even though no light touched it. That night, Emily couldn’t sleep. She left her room and crept down the hallway toward the mirror. She stood before it, her small face reflected in the glass. For a long time, nothing happened. Then her reflection smiled. She didn’t. Her breath caught in her throat. The glass rippled, faintly, like water disturbed by a stone. And in the reflection, a figure stood behind her. Emily spun around. The hallway was empty. She turned back, the reflection leaned forward, pressing its hands against the inside of the glass. Her own face stared back, mouth opening wider, too wide, stretching until the glass cracked. A whisper hissed through the hallway: “The house is watching.” Emily stumbled back, clutching the brass key tight against her chest. The crack in the mirror spread like a vein across its surface, but when she blinked, it was gone. Perfectly smooth. Perfectly whole. And her reflection… was still smiling.
By Godswill4 months ago in Horror
Odeta Rose and The Eyes of Madame Durova
In a crumbling village nestled in the Carpathian Mountains of Romania, the locals whispered one name with dread: Madame Durova.
By odetarose4 months ago in Horror
Season 4: Whispers of the Forgotten: A Descent into Eldoria Manor
Chapter 1 The grinding outside grew louder, a deep, earth-shaking rumble that vibrated through the cabin's very foundations. The windows began to rattle in their frames, and dust rained down from the ceiling. Alistair, his heart pounding in his chest, looked at the silent music box in his hands, then at his terrified companions.
By Tales That Breathe at Night4 months ago in Horror
The Mystery Man Who Landed in Japan With a Passport From Nowhere
In the summer heat of 1959, Tokyo’s busy Haneda Airport became the stage for one of the strangest encounters in modern travel history. A well-dressed man, confident and fluent in several languages, stepped off a plane from Hong Kong and approached immigration like any other traveler. At first, nothing seemed unusual—another businessman or globe-trotter passing through one of Asia’s busiest air gateways. But when he handed over his passport, the story took a turn that continues to unsettle researchers and storytellers alike.
By Life Hopes4 months ago in Horror
Drakula halála ("Dracula's Death")
The following is an attempt to reconstruct with prose the plot of a lost film, based on a description of the film from Wikipedia, an online source. It may work as a short piece of fiction, but whether it does or not, the temptation to do so was much too great to resist. You could almost put it down to a spell cast by Dracula (in Hungarian, rendered Drakula), by all things Dracul, upon the author. Let us begin. Based on a novelization I have recently discovered, I plan to adapt this in yet another version as soon as time permits. This is my first attempt.
By Tom Baker4 months ago in Horror
Nice Guy
There really is No, written all over me. I've been sitting at this metal table outside the café for what feels like twenty minutes now, watching the steam rise from my barely-touched coffee while this stranger continues his relentless conversation. He'd approached with such casual confidence, asking if the seat across from me was taken, and before I could even process an answer, he was already settling in, already talking.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Horror
The House on Ashwood Lane
The house smelled of dust and neglect. 77 Ashwood Lane had been empty for nearly two decades, and yet the moment the Whitlocks stepped inside, it felt like someone had been waiting.
By Godswill4 months ago in Horror
Here Comes a Candle
"Here comes a candle to light you to bed, here comes a chopper—to chop off your head!" English jump rope song. The candle guttered low on the table next to the bed. Curling tendrils of poison seeped from its dripping, wax cylinder. The tip was a lighted eye dancing in the darkness, winking open and closed, coyly. Death was playing its game.
By Tom Baker4 months ago in Horror
The Mystery of the Doppelgängers
There are few things more unsettling than seeing your own face staring back at you. Not from a mirror, not from a photo, but from across the street, or sitting silently in a chair that should be empty. The idea of the "Doppelgänger"; the double who walks in your shadow, has haunted human imagination for centuries. Across cultures and generations, stories emerge of people meeting their exact twin: same eyes, same posture, same very essence.
By Veil of Shadows4 months ago in Horror
Season 3: Whispers of the Forgotten: A Descent into Eldoria Manor
Chapter 1 The voice was a grotesque symphony of metal scraping against metal, a guttural, digitized echo of a human speaking. It was the sound of Lord Alaric's obsession made manifest. Silas lowered his pistol slightly, his eyes wide with stunned horror. This was no ghost. This was something tangible, something real.
By Tales That Breathe at Night4 months ago in Horror
Strange Places on Earth That Google Maps Can’t Explain. AI-Generated.
Strange Places on Earth That Google Maps Can’t Explain Explore 10 of the most strange places on Earth that Google Maps can’t explain. Mysterious islands, strange shapes in the desert, explore the strange and unexplained places on Earth that are captured by satellites.
By Daily Blend4 months ago in Horror