psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
It Cries. Content Warning.
He wakes up hunched and foetal. Everything smells wrong, too plastic, too new. Someone’s crying behind him. Damp submerged sobs. Female, he thinks. Behind that there’s nothing but acres of silence. A woman peers down at him, encased in a photo. She shines with youth, her smile lights up the frame, giving him the barest niggle of recognition. He tries to sit up but pain flares with each movement. His back feels stretched like there isn’t enough skin. He edges into a seated position, legs flopping over the side, paler than the white duvet. He’s shocked by his nudity. A sinewy body, dotted with wiry black hair, a splash of yellow bruises up one thigh.
By Alexander Thomas3 months ago in Horror
THE WHISPERS IN THE WALLS OF THE BOY SCOUT CAMP
There are hauntings you can escape. Doors you can shut. Lights you can turn on. But what do you do when the thing watching you has no face? No form? No eyes? What do you do when the darkness itself decides to stand up?
By Veil of Shadows3 months ago in Horror
The Room’s Teeth
Author's note: I genuinely hope you enjoy this story and I welcome any feedback, thank you. It was a warm, humid Thursday evening. Me and Ma had just come in from a swim in the lake behind the house. From the kitchen window, I could see the indigo blue sky fading with the orange glow of the sun on the horizon. The cicadas and crickets sang outside, a shrill chirp carried in the faint breeze traveling inside.
By Davlin Knight3 months ago in Horror
Slenderman - short story
Slenderman has always been a point of interest for me and my friends, a creepypasta we found entertaining starting all the way back in 2018. Inspired by the very real experiences I had where I'm from at dusk in the months preceding Christmas, when the sun dips low and the trees become brilliant shows of warm hues, this Slenderman story was my first creative writing piece I wrote as a freshman in high school. Enjoy :) Written in Fall 2025 as a freshman in high school.
By Chad McBroski3 months ago in Horror
“The Cemetery Where the Graves Whisper Your Name”
The Cemetery Where the Graves Whisper Your Name By [Ali Rehman] Elias had walked past the old Briarwood Cemetery every day of his childhood, and not once had he dared to look inside. The rusted gate, the crooked stones, the way the trees leaned inward as if guarding secrets—they all told him the same thing: Don’t enter.
By Ali Rehman3 months ago in Horror
Abigail & A Thing Called It. Content Warning.
Abigail’s parents were at their whits ends. She was 7 years old now, a year ago, she had no problem going to sleep on her own. But since her birthday a few weeks ago, she has put up a fight every night at bedtime. Abigail told her parents a tale of a slithery shadow. “It’s been watching me sleep.” She tells mom and dad.
By Theresa M Hochstine3 months ago in Horror
