psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
Imagine Transcendence
The cool blues and grays of the monitor screen painted Lisa’s tired face, reflecting another hour lost scrolling through an endless, bland expanse of generic stock photos. Each sterile image felt less like potential and more like a tiny, suffocating box, a visual echo of the creative and financial constraints pressing in on her. The rent was a looming shadow, freelance gigs felt like distant mirages, and her creative well felt not just dry, but actively parched, cracked earth under a relentless sun. But beneath the surface of this everyday struggle, there was a deeper, more profound ache. A hunger for something *more*. A yearning for transcendence, for beauty that wasn't commodified or diluted, for a connection that felt utterly lacking in her current, mundane reality. She felt tethered, not just by finances, but by the sheer, uninspiring weight of the ordinary world, longing for a glimpse of something impossible, something that pulsed with genuine life and meaning, something that mirrored a hidden, unexpressed part of herself.
By Maxim Dudko6 months ago in Horror
The Hollow Beneath the Pines. AI-Generated.
It was the summer of 2012 when I visited a remote village in southern France with my cousin Adrien. The kind of place where phones lose signal, and time slows down to match the hum of crickets. At the edge of the village stood an ancient pine forest, rumored by locals to be “cursed.” They called it La Forêt Creuse—The Hollow Forest. Of course, we laughed it off. At seventeen, curses were just stories meant to keep kids indoors. But I’ve never quite laughed about it since.
By Sherooz khan6 months ago in Horror
The Quiet Room
Emily and Dan Morgan moved into the old Victorian house on a whim. It was a steal, really. Everyone told them the same thing: “It’s too cheap to be true.” But the realtor had smiled tightly and offered vague reassurances. "Old houses just want to feel lived in again," she’d said.
By Atif khurshaid6 months ago in Horror
Bloody Business Cards. AI-Generated.
Alfredo Galán was always unremarkable. Born in the small town of Puertollano, Spain, he blended into the background of life. As a child, he showed no remarkable talents or inclinations—he was quiet, introverted, and always on the fringes of every group. His classmates remembered him not for his brilliance or charm, but for his stillness, a silence that few ever questioned.
By ADIR SEGAL6 months ago in Horror
''Ghosted by a Dead Man''
By [ISRAR khan] I met Elias on a Thursday in April, the kind of day that smells like rain even when the sky is clear. We were both waiting in line for overpriced espresso at a pop-up café in Brooklyn. He wore a charcoal coat and a crooked smile, and when he spoke, his voice had the kind of depth you feel in your chest.
By Israr khan6 months ago in Horror
The Stranger at the Bridge
The Stranger at the Bridge It was the last day of autumn when the leaves whispered secrets into the wind and the sky blushed with the orange hue of goodbye. As the sun dipped behind the hills of the quiet town of Eldershore, a lone figure stood at the old wooden bridge—where stories ended and sometimes began.
By Wings of Time 6 months ago in Horror
