psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
I Knew it. Content Warning.
It was an ordinary day for Joaquín. He was walking calmly down the street when, suddenly, with the screech of brakes, a car stopped beside him. Two men jumped out, grabbed him, and after a brief struggle forced him inside, not before Joaquín—his voice breaking—let out a couple of desperate screams for help.
By David de la Riva Agüero Vegaabout 2 hours ago in Horror
The Name Under the Bed
I never believed in checking under the bed. It always seemed like a childish habit, something people grew out of once they understood how the world worked. When I moved into my new house, a quiet place on the edge of town, the thought never even crossed my mind.
By Sudais Zakwanabout 11 hours ago in Horror
Why I Don't Trust People Who Don't Watch Horror
Not Facing Discomfort When the themes of horror are too much and there is a need for wonderful rainbows all the time, experience in or understanding trauma becomes an issue. The possibility of avoiding the internal trauma sitting in the background of someone's brain can be another problem. Fully healed individuals are able to consume horror without needing a hit from a rom com constantly to wade off the darker waters. Those who avoid discomfort are trying to trap themselves within a bubble that is better off popped. It is a bubble that should only be for young children.
By Seashell Harpspring about 19 hours ago in Horror
The Last Thing He Said
I couldn’t remember the last thing my husband said in my dream. I remembered it later. She was sitting in the driver’s seat of her car, the engine running, the rest stop ahead swallowed by night. Darkness pressed in from all sides. She didn’t question why she was there. She had the calm, unshakable certainty that she was waiting.
By Erica Roberts a day ago in Horror
The House That Corrects You. AI-Generated.
The first time the house corrected me, I thought I was tired. I came home late, dropped my keys on the table, and kicked off my shoes. When I returned to the hallway a minute later, the shoes were neatly placed side by side, toes facing the door.
By shakir hamid2 days ago in Horror
“The Day AI Learned to Think Like Us (And Why That Should Scare You a Little)”
There was a time when machines were predictable. You pressed a button, and they followed instructions. They calculated, processed, and obeyed. They never surprised us. They never understood us.
By Mind Meets Machine2 days ago in Horror
METAMORPHOSIS. Content Warning.
I shoot up right in my bed with my body covered in a cold sweat, and my heart thumping against my chest. I'm shaking uncontrollably, it feels like electricity is constantly being shot into my body. I put my hand on my chest where my heart is, so I can feel it's beating, then take deep breaths to soothe myself. The lamp I usually keep on while I sleep is off even though I remember making sure it was on before I went to sleep, because I never forget. I would be swallowed by complete darkness if it wasn't for the little light that bleeds through from under my door frame. As I'm staring straight ahead at my shadowy figure in the black TV screen against my wall, I notice a dark figure in the corner of my eye and I feel my heart rate going up again, thudding against my palm. I'm too afraid to turn my head and see what's there. I close my eyes hoping it'll be gone once I open them again. I hold them close and my heart is beating so hard I can hear it in my ears- da duh, da duh, da duh, da duh- I open them again, and I feel a lump in my throat, like my heart is trying to escape my chest through my mouth, when I still see the figure in the corner of my eye. Finally, I build the courage to look. I slowly turn my head towards the direction I see it in the corner of my eye. I hear my heart beating faster and harder as I slowly turn my head -da duh, da duh, da duh, daduh, daduh, daduh, daduh-
By CotardDelusionz3 days ago in Horror
The House That Learned My Name. AI-Generated.
On the first night, the house only watched. That’s what I told myself as I stood in the front yard with my suitcase sinking into damp grass, the last light of evening caught in the bare branches like scraps of old lace. The place looked smaller than it did online—smaller, and somehow more intent.
By aarav khanna3 days ago in Horror
