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 Doesn’t Lie
The mirror arrived in a wooden crate without a return address. Clara found it on her porch one chilly October morning, nestled beside her jack-o'-lanterns. It was ornate, tall, with curling gold filigree, more baroque than anything she'd ever buy for herself. She assumed it was a gift from her sister, always the one for dramatic gestures. The note inside read simply: "For reflection. Some truths don’t need eyes to see."
By Muhammad Wisal7 months ago in Horror
The City That Appears Only on Rainy Nights
I. The Rainfall and the Fork It was supposed to be a regular drive home. Rain had started falling like glass beads on the windshield. The highway stretched endlessly ahead, empty, grey, and soaked. I was coming from a cancelled business meeting — stressed, tired, emotionally numb.
By Muhammad Kaleemullah7 months ago in Horror
When the Walls Start Whispering
I. Introduction Elena sat alone in the car, engine idling, staring at the cottage as rain misted the windshield. The GPS had stopped working ten miles back, and her phone clung to its last bar of reception. But she was here. At the edge of town. Far enough from memory, from noise, from the version of herself she no longer recognized.
By Muhammad Sabeel7 months ago in Horror
The Mirror Guest
It all started with an old mirror. You see, mirrors are supposed to reflect what is. But what if they start showing you things that shouldn't be there? What if they remember things you never did, faces you never wore, or worse—someone else inside them?
By Silas Blackwood7 months ago in Horror
The Hollow Village . Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The Curse of Velgrad In the heart of Eastern Europe, surrounded by thick, gnarled forests and forgotten trails, lay a desolate place known only to a few as Velgrad. Time had erased its name from most maps, and the villagers who once lived there had vanished a hundred years ago without a trace.
By Jack sparrow 7 months ago in Horror
The Face in the Window. Content Warning.
I’d always liked my apartment because it was on the top floor. A tiny one-bedroom tucked into the corner of a creaky old building, far enough up that nobody could just stare in from the street. It felt safe — my sanctuary after long shifts at work.
By Gift Wesley Sage7 months ago in Horror
