psychological

Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.

Cursed by My Own Hands
I am a school principal blessed by Allah with wealth, beauty, power, and children. My husband is a man of status and respect. Life was perfect… until he married another woman.
By Ahmad shah7 months ago in Horror
The Brothers Who Dined on Corpses. Content Warning.
Family and Tragedy Origins: Who Were These Brothers?: In a quiet village Darya Khan in northern Punjab, Pakistan, two brothers, Farman Ahmad (35) and Muhammad Arif (31) lived a troubled, volatile life. Their family endured hardship: their mentally ill sister, Nusrat, and two broken marriages left them isolated. According to villagers, Farman was addicted to drugs; Arif reportedly had mental health issues. Their unstable family environment laid the foundation for a horror few could imagine.
By Zia Ul Islam7 months ago in Horror
Echoes of Tomorrow
The first time Mira heard the voice, she was twelve. It echoed through the old radio her grandfather had stored in the attic — a dusty relic from a time before Earth spun out of balance. She was turning its knob absently, searching for static music or ghost stories, when the crackling settled into a whisper.
By Muhammad7 months ago in Horror
The Closet Door. Content Warning.
When I was little, I used to cry myself to sleep. My mom said it was just a phase, that I was too sensitive, and that the other kids would grow out of their meanness. But their words stuck to me like gum under a school desk—chewed up and forgotten, but still there.
By nawab sagar7 months ago in Horror
The Lantern Path. Content Warning.
They told us never to follow the lights in Barlow Wood. Not that anyone warned me directly. I wasn’t from here. I came with Delilah—my partner—after her mother passed. The cabin was part of her inheritance, buried somewhere between the dying pines, shrouded in mist thick enough to choke on. She called it a “quiet place to grieve.”
By E. hasan7 months ago in Horror
The Whispering Room
By AliZai Sami wasn’t new to silence. As a freelance writer, he had learned to make peace with the quiet. But the silence in Flat 207 didn’t feel empty — it felt aware. Alive.
By Basit Ali7 months ago in Horror
👾 Polybius: The Video Game That Didn't Just Play You — It Played With Your Mind. Content Warning.
In the murky haze of early 1980s arcades—amid the buzz of CRT screens and the scent of stale popcorn—there was said to be a machine unlike any other. Unmarked, dark, and strangely magnetic, the game known as Polybius allegedly appeared in a few suburbs of Portland, Oregon… and then disappeared forever.
By E. hasan7 months ago in Horror
THE HOSPITAL OF UNKNITTING
Season 1 CHAPTER 1: THE ADMISSION INTERVIEW The fluorescent lights buzzed like angry wasps as Dr. Eleanor Lorne gripped the clipboard. Patient #4479's intake form kept rewriting itself...the ink bubbling up into fresh words before her eyes.
By Tales That Breathe at Night7 months ago in Horror
The Substance is a Body Horror Triumph with Incredible Practical Effects
The Substance follows the story of a woman named Elisabeth Sparkle, who is now turning 50 years old. She appears to be living her best life. She is a fitness instructor for a TV show, she is beautiful and rich.
By Emy Quinn7 months ago in Horror
The House That Breathes
By AliZai They bought the house because it was cheap. Nina and Jacob had only been married three months when they stumbled upon the listing — a two-story Victorian with arched windows, ivy-covered walls, and a price far below market value. "Needs some love," the agent had said with a wink. "Old bones, but solid heart."
By Basit Ali7 months ago in Horror
Open Me Only When I’m Dead. Content Warning.
She was dead now. My grandmother. And I had the crowbar in my hands. Grandmother wasn’t the sentimental type. Cold-blooded, my mother used to say. “She raised me like a plant she forgot to water.” Yet at the funeral, they buried her with a rosary clenched so tightly in her fist it left red imprints on her bones. She died with her jaw unhinged. Not metaphorically — it literally hung open, dislocated, as if she’d been screaming when her heart stopped.
By E. hasan7 months ago in Horror
"The Whispering in the Wallpaper"
The wallpaper in the upstairs hallway had always been strange. Not ugly—just peculiar. A faded pattern of vines and roses, etched in muted golds and pale greens, curling and unfurling like they were reaching for something. It had already begun to peel when we moved into the house, but my mother said it gave the place “character.”
By Abuzar khan7 months ago in Horror