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 Man Who Counts the Dark
The first time I saw him, I thought my insomnia had finally broken me. 3:17 AM. My cramped studio apartment hummed with the static of sleeplessness. The glow of my laptop screen painted everything in sickly blue—except for the hallway. There, where the light didn’t quite reach, stood a man in a moth-eaten waistcoat.
By Firdos Jamal7 months ago in Horror
The Monkey's Paw 'part 1'
Without, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlour of Laburnum villa the blinds were drawn and the fire burned brightly. Father and son were at chess; the former, who possessed ideas about the game involving radical chances, putting his king into such sharp and unnecessary perils that it even provoked comment from the white-haired old lady knitting placidly by the fire.
By Moments & Memoirs7 months ago in Horror
The Ghost in My Bed
The air in Mia’s apartment was heavy, thick with the scent of lavender candles she burned to mask her grief. It had been six months since Leo’s car accident, six months since the hospital’s sterile hum replaced his laughter. At night, alone in their bed, she clutched his old flannel shirt, willing his warmth to return. Then, one midnight, it did.
By Shakespeare Jr7 months ago in Horror
Haunted Octopus House Bandung: The True Story Behind Indonesia's "Devil's Church"
Menacingly looming over Jalan Cipedes Selatan No. 6 in Bandung, West Java, the Octopus House (Rumah Gurita) is Indonesia's one of the most strikingly visual and perpetually haunted places. The building's past and ghostly reputation have been tormenting local nightmares for decades, merging architectural peculiarity with supernatural lore.
By Kyrol Mojikal7 months ago in Horror
Don’t Feed the Thing Under the Stairs
I was eight years old the first time I heard the knock—two soft taps, then silence. It came from under the wooden staircase in my grandmother’s old Victorian house. The kind of knock that made you freeze in the hallway, your heart thudding louder than the sound itself. But what made it worse wasn’t the knock. It was what Grandma said when I asked her about it.
By Fazal Hadi7 months ago in Horror
