psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
She Vanished from Room 209. I Was the Last One to See Her.
I checked into the Red Pine Inn on a Monday night. A quiet, no-frills hotel off Route 12 in upstate New York. My job required constant travel—sales pitches, meetings, handshakes. Cheap hotels like this one were familiar territory. But Red Pine felt… wrong the moment I stepped in.
By Manisha James7 months ago in Horror
Teacher's Camp, Baguio: The Philippines' Most Haunted Heritage Site
The Spooky Past and Ghostly Whispers of Baguio, Teachers Camp Perched at Leonard Wood Road in the Philippines' summer capital, Teachers Camp stands on top of a colonial treasure and spine-tingling ghost stories. Its early start in 1908 as an American and Filipino teachers' training camp (most especially the "Thomasites") belies a tempestuous past behind the camp's peaceful exterior which upholds its reputation as the country's most haunted haunt.
By Kyrol Mojikal7 months ago in Horror
Whispers Beneath the Skin. Content Warning.
Prologue: The Stench of Memory Akira Yamada, 31, lives in a city that swallows souls…. Tokyo is a concrete beast, its lights never dimming, its streets never sleeping. Yet, for all its constant noise, Akira hears something that others cannot—a persistent, nauseating hum that has haunted him since childhood…. It started the night his parents died in a car accident when he was seven. The hum was there, echoing in his skull, growing louder as the police officer whispered that they were gone. It became his only companion, a low frequency that crept into his thoughts, tainting every joyful moment.
By Orin Ashfield7 months ago in Horror
The Woman in the Mirror – A Chilling Japanese Ghost Story. Content Warning.
👻 Introduction Japan is famous for its serene temples, cherry blossoms, and samurai legends. But beneath the surface of beauty lies a deep tradition of ghost stories, many of which have been passed down for centuries. These tales, known as “kaidan”, often blend sorrow, vengeance, and spiritual unrest.
By Takashi Nagaya7 months ago in Horror
The Man Who Followed Me Home
Hey, can I tell you something that still gives me chills? It happened last year, around late October. You know, when the days start getting shorter, the air smells like wet leaves, and everything feels just a little off. I had just moved to a new town—small, quiet, the kind of place where nothing big ever really happens. At least, that’s what I thought.
By Silas Blackwood7 months ago in Horror
🩸 The Last House on Riverbend Street
🏚️ Chapter 1: Welcome to Riverbend Riverbend Street wasn’t on the GPS. It existed like a forgotten secret — a neighborhood trapped between tall trees and thicker silence. In the town of Marlow, Ohio, people didn’t talk about it. And those who did didn’t say much.
By FH STORYLINE 7 months ago in Horror
The Girl in the Third-Floor Window
I moved into the apartment complex in late October, just as the leaves turned brittle and the wind grew sharp. It was a three-story brick building on the edge of town, old but affordable—too affordable, if I’m being honest. I should’ve known something was off.
By Manisha James7 months ago in Horror
The Hollowing: How a Village’s Children Became Vessels for Something Older
Season 1 Chapter 1 : Whispers Before the Silence The village of Eldwynd was forgotten by most maps, nestled in a low valley surrounded by dense pines that whispered secrets to the wind. To outsiders, it was a quaint hamlet where time had seemingly paused ....weathered cottages, a single dusty road, and the faint, distant tolling of the church bell every hour. But beneath its sleepy veneer, Eldwynd held a story that even its oldest residents dared not speak aloud.
By Tales That Breathe at Night7 months ago in Horror
The Screaming House on Elder Lane: A Nightmare That Followed Me Home
It started the day I moved into the house on Elder Lane. I’d just gone through a divorce, so when I found a rental half the price of anything else in the neighborhood, I didn’t ask too many questions. The landlord was an older man with sun-damaged skin and jittery hands. All he said was, “Don’t open the attic door at night. That’s all I ask.” I thought he was being eccentric.
By Manisha James7 months ago in Horror
