psychological

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

Separated at Midnight… Dead by 1AM | The Bobby & Betty Mystery
One day in September 1951, a 53-year-old man named Adolph Siller was carrying a big box from his car and entered a house in the city of Winston-Salem, North Carolina, and walked on the road until he reached the room where his two 21-year-old daughters, Bobby and Betty, were sitting. Bobby and Betty were very happy and excited about this step, because they were finally able to leave the house of the family they were raised in, which means their father's house and their mother's house, which was in another city about an hour away.
By souhila10 days ago in Horror
Twin Peaks is One of the Most Interesting and Horrific Pieces of Media I Have Seen in Years
I kept hearing about all of the type to Twin Peaks, ever since I was a kid. I knew that David Lynch was the one who directed the show, and I immediately became intrigued after I had watched Blue Velvet and Eraserhead. I was beyond curious to know how David made the TV show format work with his odd directing skills, and I am now super obsessed with the show.
By Emy Quinn11 days ago in Horror
Mina’s Catchphrase. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Mina Sato, the sharp-eyed scheduler, stares at the tablet. The staff list flickers: Kobayashi – ON SITE? Question mark. Not a status. Not absent. Not present. Just… unresolved.
By Shahinr Rashidi11 days ago in Horror
The Ninth Hour of Malachi : SEASON 4
Chapter 12 (Climax and Immediate Aftermath) CHRONICLE LOG: Final entry in the retrieved portion of Father Pavel’s journal. The entry consists of only two words, written in a shaky, almost illegible hand, before the page is consumed by a jagged tear: "She awoke." The whereabouts of Father Pavel remain officially undisclosed.
By Tales That Breathe at Night12 days ago in Horror
Just Right
The forest had always known the three bears as gentle things. Bran, broad-shouldered and slow to anger. Mira, soft-eyed and clever.
By Christina Nelson 13 days ago in Horror
The Mad Gasser of Mattoon
In late summer of 1944, in the quiet town of Mattoon, Illinois, something invisible slipped into people’s homes. It did not break windows. It did not force doors. It did not leave fingerprints. It arrived as a smell... Sweet. Slightly floral. Almost pleasant at first. And then the weakness began.
By Veil of Shadows13 days ago in Horror
Day 9: Entry two. Content Warning.
Day eight isn’t lost; I couldn’t write. The sensation was so cold. I spoke to Harvest-woman April, who focused more on telling me she isn’t that kind of doctor. I slipped up stating that I could’ve been, and on occasions, was for emphasis, which sucked her in until she asked me what I thought of the nature of my illness. Her terms carried something I wasn’t expecting but understood. A certain defeated curiosity; ‘I mean, if I don’t have to get up, I’ll look into it as a kind of help.' Started with my past, which she’s getting none of, whether she knows or not, and switched effortlessly into second opinions for which I had loads of examples. Before Wolfman Patrick stole me away, she said she’ll get back to me and my case. Her smile said a hint of hypocritical oath might still flicker, but the concealing of her horror of the topics said patience wasn’t sharp enough for the private practice bedside manner. Coldman Jason needed a word.
By Willem Indigo14 days ago in Horror
The Day Humans Stopped Thinking
There was no explosion. No announcement. No dramatic headline declaring the end of human thought. It happened quietly.
By Mind Meets Machine14 days ago in Horror
The Cleanse of Morris Creek Battlefield. Content Warning.
Carolina Case File Journal Entry #776 Event: 911 call, Pender County, North Carolina Location: Highway 210 — Near Black River / Morris Creek Battlefield
By Lobo Miasma14 days ago in Horror
The Blood of Eve IX. Content Warning.
After my shower, with Irish Spring and Head & Shoulders, I got dressed in a pair of jeans and a Hornets hoodie, grabbed my keys and wallet and headed out tbe door, into the evening. There was sand on my floormat but I couldn’t figure how it got there since I haven’t been to the beach in a really long time.
By Harper Lewis15 days ago in Horror
The Man Who Watched Me Every Evening at 10:17 PM. Content Warning.
I don’t know when I first started noticing him. Maybe he had always been there. Every evening, at exactly 10:17 PM, the man would appear under the streetlamp across from my building.
By Francesco Liotta16 days ago in Horror
A Boy Out Hiking Sends An Eerie Final Image To His Grandmother Before Disappearing
The Haiku Stairs — infamously known as the “Stairway to Heaven” — is a steep, metal staircase ascending the Koʻolau Mountain on the island of Oʻahu, Hawaii.
By Matesanz16 days ago in Horror