psychological

Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.

Midnight Knock
Daniel Mercer had worked the night shift at Blackwood Memorial Hospital for six months, and he had never seen a single patient.
By Saira nazabout 7 hours ago in Horror
The Room That Wasn’t There
I moved into the apartment because it was cheap, not because I liked it. The building stood between two newer complexes like a forgotten tooth. Its bricks were faded, its stairwell smelled of old paint and trapped moisture, and the hallway lights flickered with a patience that made you feel watched. But the rent was half of what other places charged, and my job had just cut my hours. I told myself I could live with ugly.
By Saira nazabout 16 hours ago in Horror
The Serial Killer Who Displayed His Victims In A Haunted House Attraction
Gary, Indiana is known for their surplus of abandoned homes, 10,000 to be exact. Most of them too run down to even give away.
By Matesanzabout 19 hours ago in Horror
The Mirror
The mirror had been there since before Ashley could remember. It stood in the hallway outside her bedroom — tall, dark-framed, slightly taller than it should have been for the wall it occupied. She had never questioned it. That was the thing about the mirror. It simply was, the way the floorboards were, the way the morning light fell crooked through the kitchen window. Unremarkable. Permanent.
By Parsley Rose about 21 hours ago in Horror
House That Held Me
“The house had no doors — but it trapped me anyway.” I remember the moment I noticed it. I had been walking along the old, overgrown lane, the kind that seemed to breathe beneath your feet. The house appeared at the end, though I had no memory of it being there before. Its walls were pale, almost glowing in the fading light, and windows gaped like hollow eyes. Something about it felt alive.
By Luna Vani2 days ago in Horror
Destination: Nowhere — The Digital Myth of Kisaragi Station
The Silent Commute It began as an ordinary night for a woman known only by her online alias, "Hasumi." She was on her usual commute home on a private railway in Shizuoka, Japan. But as the minutes ticked by, the rhythm of the tracks felt… wrong. The train, which usually stopped every five minutes, had been running for over twenty without a single pause.
By Takashi Nagaya2 days ago in Horror
THEY CAME BACK… BUT TIME DID NOT.
People imagine missing persons as a straight line... Someone vanishes, some time passes, and then they are found... or they aren’t. But there is another category of disappearance that refuses to behave in the normal manner.
By Veil of Shadows2 days ago in Horror
THE MIRROR THAT LEARNED MY NAME. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
I covered the mirror because it wouldn’t stop smiling. At first, I thought it was just exhaustion. Night shifts mess with your head, especially when you live alone. Faces blur. Reflections lag. You see things that aren’t there.
By shakir hamid3 days ago in Horror
Still Life with Woman
I had recently felt unwell, despite being young and assumed healthy. To be exact, I had felt my body slowly becoming heavier in recent days. It started in my fingers and toes, where I lost the freedom of movement expected of healthy extremities. It wasn’t particularly difficult, but neither was it easy.
By Silent Truth 3 days ago in Horror
The Room That Breathes. AI-Generated.
The room was not on the map. Elias knew this because he checked three times—before signing the lease, after moving in, and again on the night the breathing started.
By shakir hamid4 days ago in Horror
Dusty Bones
A rickety worn shack swayed ominously as a malicious wind tore after it. A fevered cry from the weathered boards fell upon an old man’s ears. He paid it no mind however and continued to stare forlornly out the shattered panes into the ocean’s depths below. An internal battle raged through his mind as a lone candle flickered threateningly. “All alone… everyone’s gone… my fault.” His tattered memory danced across his lips as his ghosts relentlessly tormented him. One peering inside the shack may mistake him as a lone ghost himself, for his pale and frail bones looked skeletonized from his fever crazed state. He stands at this fractured window and stares at the sea, haunted always haunted.
By Mikayla Decker 4 days ago in Horror
The Ungulpable
Walking into the tunnel felt like passing through an underground junction. The cool air carried a stagnant smell, seemingly untouched by fresh waves in decades.
By ShardsofOrbs 5 days ago in Horror