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 Last Voicemail
The Last Voicemail It was a cold October evening when the phone rang. I was curled up on the couch with a blanket over my shoulders, scrolling through photos of my brother, Sami, who had been missing for over a month. The police had done their job—or at least claimed they had—but the search had gone cold. No leads. No clues. Just an empty car found near the edge of Bear Ridge Forest and a few footprints in the mud that led nowhere. My parents were destroyed, barely functioning. And I—well, I still believed he was alive. I didn’t know how. I just did.
By Ali Asad Ullah7 months ago in Horror
The Mirror That Refused to Show My Reflection
The Mirror That Refused to Show My Reflection I found the mirror at a yard sale on the outskirts of a small town in Vermont. It wasn’t anything special at first glance—a tall, narrow antique frame with vine-like carvings and a cracked backing. The woman selling it looked too eager to part with it, almost relieved. I thought maybe I was getting a good deal. I was wrong.
By Ali Asad Ullah7 months ago in Horror
She Keeps Knocking at 3:17 AM. AI-Generated.
It started on a Thursday. At exactly **3:17 AM**, there was a knock at the door. Three soft taps. Darren sat up in bed, groggy and disoriented. The clock glowed red in the dark: *3:17*. His apartment sat on the third floor, down a quiet street. No one visited at this hour—especially not in this weather. Rain pelted the windows. Wind hissed through the cracks in the walls. Still, the knock came again.
By Asghar Badshah7 months ago in Horror
The Best Horror Books of All Time – The House That Eats You
Okay, sit tight, this is a true what-did-I-just-read kind of horror story. So—there’s this stylish, confident young woman named Noemí Taboada. She lives in Mexico City in the 1950s. Think rich dresses, parties, jazz music—super glamorous, right?
By Silas Blackwood7 months ago in Horror
🩸 "The Thirteenth Room"
It started with a floor plan. Evelyn moved into the old Ashcroft building in late October, chasing a job and cheaper rent. The building was strange—tall and narrow, with creaky wood floors and a permanent draft—but it had character. And at night, the halls smelled faintly of lilac, like someone, somewhere, had spilled perfume years ago that never faded.
By Pir Ashfaq Ahmad7 months ago in Horror
The Red Eyes at Midnight
“The Red Eyes at Midnight” by Ali Asad Ullah There are moments in life that don’t just haunt your memory—they consume it. For me, it was the red eyes. I saw them when I was sixteen, and I’ve never been the same since. I grew up in a small, remote village surrounded by endless wheat fields and dense forests. Our home was modest, and the nights were so quiet and dark that you could hear your own heartbeat. There were no streetlights, no passing cars, just the thick presence of nature and shadows. And stories. My grandmother, a deeply spiritual woman, used to tell me tales of djinns, cursed places, and the one legend that chilled me the most—the red eyes that appeared at midnight.
By Ali Asad Ullah7 months ago in Horror
"I Found a Hidden Room in My House"
I Found a Hidden Room in My House I never expected to inherit anything from my great-uncle. He was the kind of relative you heard about only at funerals—quiet, distant, strange. When he passed away in 2022, I received a letter from his lawyer informing me that I’d inherited his house. No explanation, just a key and an address scribbled on thick parchment.
By Ali Asad Ullah7 months ago in Horror
The 3:17 Visitor” horror story
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a light sleeper. Every sound, every creak, and even the faintest whisper of wind wakes me. So when I moved into my grandfather’s old countryside house after his death, I expected many sleepless nights. What I didn’t expect was what began exactly one week later—at 3:17 a.m.
By Ali Asad Ullah7 months ago in Horror
