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 House That Listens
Eliza Thorne arrived at the old cottage just after sunset, her car tires crunching over gravel as a cold wind stirred the surrounding pines. She had rented the place for an entire month—no neighbors, no distractions, just her and her stubborn manuscript. The listing promised it was “perfect for writers,” and she desperately needed that now more than ever. Her novel was overdue, her creative well had run dry, and her agent’s calls had stopped. Yet, standing before the house, with ivy crawling up the cracked stone walls and the scent of damp earth heavy in the air, Eliza felt a strange stirring inside her chest—was it hope? Or something darker, something ancient?
By Musawir Shah7 months ago in Horror
She Disappeared at 2:47AM : I Still Hear Her Knocking
They say the body gives up before the mind does. I learned that the night Emma disappeared. It was 2:47AM when I woke up to the soft tap-tap-tap at our front door. Rhythmic. Unmistakable. She always knocked like that—three short, one long. Like a nervous heartbeat trying to keep time.
By Sheraz Khan7 months ago in Horror
All AloneTogether Review: when the horror story you created comes to life
Today the horror movie All Alone Together directed by Maximus Jenkins is released on the digital market, a rather original story. A filmmaker achieves an impressive success in the last film he directs, but his life collapses in all aspects.
By Ninfa Galeano7 months ago in Horror
The Fifth Key
Dr. Sara Nadeem never believed in ghosts—until the day she received a letter from herself. She was alone in her laboratory at 11:57 PM, sipping cold coffee, buried in simulations on molecular time symmetry. Her research—considered fringe by some and foolish by most—suggested that certain isotopes could retain temporal "imprints," like echoes of events before they happened.
By Atif khurshaid7 months ago in Horror
The Clock Inside the Mirror
Chapter 1: The Heirloom When Elise's grandmother passed away, she left behind only two things in her will: a gilded full-length mirror and an old grandfather clock — both fused into a single, eerie relic standing nearly eight feet tall.
By Muhammad Wisal7 months ago in Horror
"The Man Who Lives on Floor 13"
The Man Who Lives on Floor 13 your Ahmar In the heart of a forgotten part of the city, where the air always smelled faintly of mildew and the streetlamps flickered like dying stars, stood the Elderpine Apartments—a towering, concrete relic from the 1970s with more secrets than tenants.
By Muhammad Ahmar 7 months ago in Horror
Residue . Content Warning.
"I exist in two places: here, and where you left me." — Margaret Atwood • There it goes again. It starts with a frightening silence. Then… slam! "Jesus!" my mother screams, like she's just realized how close she is to actually meeting Him. We run again. My brothers dive under the bed. My sister clings to my mom, as though she's thinking "maybe this time, she'd actually go, and I can go with her." I don't hide anymore. I just listen. Because one day, I'll need to remember every sound to explain why I don't sleep. There's kerosene in the air tonight. I can smell it. That awful smell. The kind of smell that doesn't leave, even when the windows are open. She's soaked in it. Hair, face, arms. Her eyes sting. Her voice cracks. And the match, that cursed match… won't light. His hands are too wet. It should be terrifying but he's laughing. Tells me how easy it is to end a life while my mother burns in tears and chemicals in the other room. And I cry. For the first time in a short while, I cry. "Why are you crying?" He stares at me like I've ruined the moment. "Stop crying." he says. That was it. The moment, I wanted to die. Not from fear. Not from pain. But because the match didn't light. And that meant it would happen again tomorrow.
By Oath of the fallen star7 months ago in Horror
One Minute Left
One Minute Left By Khan Khan G The phone rang at exactly 11:59 PM. Hassan frowned. “Who’s calling this late?” He was just about to turn off the lights and sleep. He picked up the phone, thinking it might be a spam call. But when he saw the screen — No Caller ID — a strange chill ran down his spine.
By Furqan Elahi7 months ago in Horror
Whispers from Apartment 413
Apartment 413 had turned into something of a neighborhood rumor. Three people had lived there in the past year. None stayed more than a month. Two just... vanished. Their stuff was still there, phones dead, rent unpaid. The third tenant? He left in the middle of the night without telling anyone. All he said to the landlord before speeding off was:
By Talha Maroof7 months ago in Horror
The Mirror’s Memory
When Elise bought the mirror from the estate sale, she hadn’t expected it to feel alive. It was tall and Victorian, framed in ornate brass vines, the kind you’d imagine in a haunted castle. Dust had blanketed it like it had been asleep for decades. She only bought it because it reminded her of something—though she couldn’t say what.
By Talha Maroof7 months ago in Horror
Whispers in the Jungle. AI-Generated.
It was supposed to be the perfect getaway. Three friends, Ayaan, Bilal, and Usman, had been planning their jungle adventure for months. The idea was simple: to escape the busy city life, explore the unknown, and challenge themselves to survive in the wilderness. Ayaan had heard stories of a forgotten jungle, nestled deep in the mountains — untouched, mysterious, and waiting to be explored.
By nasir shah7 months ago in Horror
The Second Coming
Helen's greatest fear is that she is not believable. She knows this is a reasonable fear to possess because she has heard herself talk about it; she has seen how people's faces look when they hear her. Helen sometimes doesn't know if she believes herself, and that's the hardest part.
By Mary Coggins7 months ago in Horror
