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 Mirror Room
You know how when you first enter a place, it just doesn't feel right? Not because something’s obviously scary. No blood, no ghosts. Just that quiet feeling in your chest like something is watching you—even though no one is there? Yeah. That’s what this story is about. A room full of mirrors. Seven of them. And one rule: Never look into the seventh mirror.
By Lucien Hollow 7 months ago in Horror
The Mirror That Showed Tomorrow
I moved into the apartment because it was cheap. That’s the kind of decision you make when you're broke, tired, and trying to start over. The building was old — cracked tiles, flickering lights, and a hallway that always smelled faintly of mold and burnt toast.
By Muhammad Kaleemullah7 months ago in Horror
The Stranger Who Knew My Secrets
I’ve always had trouble sleeping. While others find peace in their dreams, I find clarity in silence. That’s why I often walk at night — headphones off, phone in my pocket, just letting the empty streets speak to me. But on that night, the silence didn’t feel peaceful. It felt like the city was holding its breath.
By Muhammad Kaleemullah7 months ago in Horror
"The Diary on My Doorstep: Pages from a Life I Never Lived"
It was a rainy Tuesday morning when I found it. A plain black notebook, leather-bound and weathered, sat neatly on my doorstep like an offering. No envelope, no return address—just my name, Avery Morgan, etched in gold cursive across the cover. At first, I thought it was a prank. Maybe one of my students was pulling something elaborate. I teach philosophy at Greystone College; existential riddles aren’t exactly rare in my world.
By Hasbanullah7 months ago in Horror
The Voice at the Door
The rain was a steady, mournful rhythm against the windows, a soundtrack to the oppressive silence inside our small cottage. Three days. It had been three days since we’d buried my mother, Clara. Three days since her vibrant laughter, her comforting presence, had been reduced to a cold, sterile memory. The grief was a physical weight, pressing down on my chest, making every breath an effort.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
“The Secret Room My Landlord Never Told Me About”
When I first moved into Apartment 3B on Halstead Street, I thought I'd found the deal of a lifetime. Two bedrooms, high ceilings, vintage windows, and a view that didn’t face another brick wall. It was oddly affordable, the kind of place that makes you pause and think, "What's the catch?"
By Hamad Haider7 months ago in Horror
