psychological

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

The Next Call Is Already Ringing Finale
Claire couldn’t feel her body anymore. Her hands. Her breath. Her voice. Gone. She was still there. But not in herself.
By Dorothea Bautz-Johnabout 6 hours ago in Horror
She Tried to Leave — But the House Wouldn’t Let Her Part 6
Claire ran. Her body finally responded. Adrenaline shot through her veins as she stumbled toward the stairs. “I have to get out,” she whispered.
By Dorothea Bautz-Johnabout 6 hours ago in Horror
She Wasn’t Alone — She Never Had Been Part 5
Claire couldn’t move. Not because she didn’t want to. Because she couldn’t. Her body no longer listened. The pressure around her neck tightened.
By Dorothea Bautz-Johnabout 7 hours ago in Horror
It Was Touching Her — And She Still Couldn’t See It Part 4
Claire’s hand froze against her neck. Cold. Solid. Real. Her fingers trembled. Slowly… carefully… she pressed harder.
By Dorothea Bautz-Johnabout 7 hours ago in Horror
The Photo Was Taken From Behind Her — But No One Was There Part 3
Claire couldn’t breathe. Her eyes were locked on the screen. The image kept changing. Updating. The hallway behind her grew darker.
By Dorothea Bautz-Johnabout 7 hours ago in Horror
The Phone Wouldn’t Stop Ringing — Even After She Answered Part 2
Claire didn’t turn around. She couldn’t. The voice was too close. Too real. Her phone kept ringing in her hand.
By Dorothea Bautz-Johnabout 7 hours ago in Horror
The Call Came From Inside the House Part1
The phone rang at exactly 2:17 AM. It wasn’t supposed to. Claire stared at the screen, her eyes still half-closed from sleep. Unknown number.
By Dorothea Bautz-Johnabout 7 hours ago in Horror
The Bauman Story
This isn’t a ghost story per se. It isn’t folklore passed down through generations. This is something President Roosevelt claimed was told to him directly by a man named Bauman. A seasoned hunter and trapper who had spent years in the unforgiving wilderness of the American frontier.
By Veil of Shadowsabout 8 hours ago in Horror
Shady Vale
The Vane Foundation’s "Resilience Zone" campaign hit the streets of Alcyone at 0800 hours. It was a saturation-level event. Digital billboards across transit hubs flickered to life, displaying high-resolution renderings of a sanitized future. The District of Rust was slated for "structural optimization." The ads featured architectural schematics of new housing blocks—monolithic, white-concrete structures. The copy was written in a precise, drafting-stencil font: Harmonic Alignment for a Stable Future. Order is our Foundation.
By Nathan McAllisterabout 20 hours ago in Horror
CPR
“Doctor, he’s not breathing on his own. I performed CPR just like you showed me.” “I see that you did Nurse Lunger. But, I thought you understood that my technique is a special type not for normal medical usage.”
By Andrew C McDonald2 days ago in Horror
The Last Message. AI-Generated.
The phone buzzed at exactly 2:17 AM, breaking the silence. Adam stared at the unknown number, his heart racing for no reason.
By Waqas Ahmad2 days ago in Horror
The Third Witness
The night was too quiet. Not the peaceful kind of quiet. The kind that presses against your ears… like the world is holding its breath.
By imtiazalam3 days ago in Horror