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 Yule Lads Diarys pt 8
December 18th- Hurðaskellir Arnar came to see me the next day. Davin had left early that morning, and I had been asleep on the couch when he had knocked. The farmer looked embarrassed, and I figured that Olf had something to do with him showing up. He took one look at my stiff gate and my blotchy face and shook his head. He must have known they would come for me, and I couldn't help but feel that his insight might have helped me get the better of them.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
The Yule Lads Diarys pt 6
December 17th- Askasleikir I came out to a maelstrom of mess. As bad as it had been the morning before, it was ten times as bad now. As I came into the living room, I wasn’t sure there was one piece of furniture still upright. The tv had been pushed over, the cord cut and the screen cracked. The couch was overturned and my recliner had been sliced and pierced. The coffee table was so much kindling now, and they had ground mud and food into the carpet. Someone had taken coal from the coal box and scrawled messages onto the wall in a language I couldn’t read, and the table was gouged with runes and strange marks.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
The Yule Lads Diarys pt 5
December 16- Pottaskefill As bad as things had been, they were only about to get worse. I returned early that first morning to find all my pans, even the new ones I'd bought yesterday, my leftovers, my spoons, and my ladles missing. Just gone! I looked around, but they were nowhere to be found. Not only that, but there's frozen lamb missing from my freezer, and the coffee creamer in the refrigerator has been drunk and left empty for me to find.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
The Yule Lads Diary- Pt 2- December 13th- Giljagaur
What a night. I got some sleep after last night's excitement, but Davin apparently got up early to help Olf with some minor chores. I awoke at four to the sound of snowballs hitting my livingroom window and looked out to see Davin and Olf laughing as they roused me from sleep. Davin looked a little sorry when I came out, dressed in my heavy coat and snow pants, but Olf looked unrepentant as he grinned through his neat red beard.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
The Yule Lads Diarys Pt 4
December 15th- Þvörusleikir What small victory we had last night was squashed the next day. Arnar woke me up that morning to let me know that another sheep was missing.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
The Cracked Window
The house creaks and cracks with the slightest touch of wind. I feel as if it could collapse on me at any moment. The wood smells old and damp. Everything is covered in dust.
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)3 years ago in Horror
The Haunting History of the Waverly Hills Sanatorium
A Terrifying Disease For thousands of years, tuberculosis has caused widespread death and suffering around the world. This once-incurable disease spread rapidly through communities, wiping out entire populations in the blink of an eye.
By Library of the Lost3 years ago in Horror
The Yule Lads Diarys pt 3
December 14th- Stúfur I rose around noon to find Davin in the living room, reading a book. "No chores today?" Davin looked up and smiled, "Olf said that there was nothing pressing for me to do today and said I should take the day off."
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
The Slit-Mouthed Woman
A terrifying Japanese urban legend Kuchisake-onna, or "Slit-Mouthed Woman", is a malevolent figure in Japanese urban legends and folklore. The kuchisake onna is the ghost of a woman who was mutilated and has come back to seek vengeance on the world. Her name comes from the deep, bloody gash which runs across her face, grinning from ear to ear. She appears at night to lone travelers on the road, covering her grizzly mouth with a cloth mask, a fan, or a handkerchief.
By Sky3 years ago in Horror
Animated bus stop horror story
This happened when I was 17 years old. I would go to the gym 3 to 4 times a week and ride the bus home. It was a Sunday and I had just missed my bus, so I had to wait longer for another one.
By Abdallah Shaban3 years ago in Horror
No Answer
The dead walk me like a dog. Attached to me is rusty barbed wire wrapped around each one of my limbs and my neck. For each limb, one of them holds the other end of the wire, and together they walk me like a dog. They're taking me nowhere; we've been walking in an endless tunnel of darkness for a long time. It sounds like our footsteps echo a hundred times over. The darkness is so thick I can't see anything beyond us. It's disorientating, like being lost in space. I never know where my next step will take me. Will I fall into a deep hole? Will I trip into a pile of corpses? I don’t know, and I hate that I don’t. It’s so cold I can see my own breath when I exhale, and the barbed wire feels like sharp icicles stabbing me. I feel like I will drop dead anytime now from Hypothermia.
By CotardDelusionz3 years ago in Horror
3 Very Short Tales Of Horror That Are Better Than Most Scary Movies You’ve Watched
1. ‘This new old house We bought an old house, my boyfriend and I. He’s in charge of the “new” construction – converting the kitchen in to the master bedroom for instance, while I’m on wallpaper removal duty. The previous owner papered EVERY wall and CEILING! Removing it is brutal, but oddly satisfying. The best feeling is getting a long peel, similar to your skin when you’re peeling from a sunburn. I don’t know about you but I kinda make a game of peeling, on the hunt for the longest piece before it rips.Under a corner section of paper in every room is a person’s name and a date. Curiosity got the best of me one night when I Googled one of the names and discovered the person was actually a missing person, the missing date matching the date under the wallpaper! The next day, I made a list of all the names and dates. Sure enough each name was for a missing person with dates to match. We notified the police who naturally sent out the crime scene team. I overhead one tech say “yup, it’s human.” Human? What’s human? “Ma’am, where is the material you removed from the walls already? This isn’t wallpaper you were removing.”
By Sky3 years ago in Horror