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 Bad Harvest. Top Story - April 2023.
The sun beat down mercilessly on the dystopian landscape outside the Godfrey Medical Center, the air thick with the stench of pollution and decay. Inside the sterile halls of the facility, however, the atmosphere was one of hope and anticipation.
By Paige Holloway3 years ago in Horror
The cursed forest
A group of tramper’s adventure into a thick timber, but soon realize that they have made a grave mistake. The timber is accursed , and every step they take brings them near to their doom. They must find a way to break the curse before it's too late.
By AshDream_Story3 years ago in Horror
The haunted carnival
A small city is hosting a festival for the first time in times, but the fests snappily turn minatory. The lodestones feel to be alive, and the players are further than just mortal. The townspeople must uncover the festival's dark secrets before it's too late.
By AshDream_Story3 years ago in Horror
Echoes of the Other Side 2 (A Short Horror Story)
First Story https://shopping-feedback.today/horror/echoes-of-the-other-side As I walked into the precinct, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over me. The last case had left its mark, and I wasn't sure if I was ready to face another one. But I knew I had to, it was my duty as a detective. The case that had been assigned to me was a strange one. A string of murders had been occurring in the city, and the victims all had one thing in common - they had all been involved in a cult that was rumored to be involved in dark rituals.
By Umut Çalışkan3 years ago in Horror
The possessed mirror
A woman buys an antique glass for her new apartment, but soon discovers that it's further than just a piece of cabinetwork. The glass seems to reflect a crooked interpretation of reality, and the woman begins to see intimidating fancies every time she looks into it.
By AshDream_Story3 years ago in Horror
The cursed painting
A family inherits an old oil from their ancestors, but soon strange effects begin to be. The oil seems to change before their eyes, and they begin to see ghostly numbers arising from the oil. The family must uncover the oil's dark history before it's too late."
By AshDream_Story3 years ago in Horror
Trapped in Horror
It was supposed to be a fun weekend trip with musketeers. Four of them had decided to rent a cabin in the forestland, where they could spend their days hiking, fishing, and relaxing by the fire. They arrived on Friday autumn, and everything sounded perfect. The cabin was cozy, and the forestland were beautiful. But as night fell, effects took a dark turn.
By AshDream_Story3 years ago in Horror
Echoes of the Other Side
As I approached the old mansion, I could feel a sense of foreboding settling over me. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the property, and the once grand building was now a dilapidated shell. Despite my misgivings, I continued on, steeling myself for what lay ahead. I had been hired by a group of paranormal investigators to look into the strange occurrences that had been reported in the mansion. People claimed to hear whispers in the night, doors opening and closing on their own, and footsteps echoing throughout the halls. I wasn't convinced that there was anything supernatural going on, but I was determined to find out.
By Umut Çalışkan3 years ago in Horror
The Other Side
"Don't do it, Jack. Don't do it." I said to myself. My grip on the knife handle loosened a little but my other hand was still wrapped around the neck of the other student. I sat on top of Luke Valenti, the school bully, holding him down with all my strength. I was enraged. For more than three years I have been bullied by him, had my head shoved into a toilet bowl and even got about three broken ribs. I loathe him. Now I had the upper hand. I could see the fear in his eyes as it slowly dawned on him that he was about to die. I loved it, and yet I could hear my subconscious trying to talk me out of it, that little religious part of me that my mother had brought up. I looked at his eyes turning red with tears.
By Alexander Arthur3 years ago in Horror
The Sleep Clinic
Dr. Sebastian Keller stepped out of the taxi and into the cold autumn air. The wind, laden with the scent of decaying leaves and rain, whipped through his coat, sending a shiver down his spine. He stood before the imposing Victorian manor which had been temporarily transformed into a sleep clinic. Its dark windows seemed to gaze down upon him like the eyes of a giant spider, with the bricks its tangled web.
By Paige Holloway3 years ago in Horror
