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 Oakville Blobs: When the Sky Dropped Something It Shouldn’t Have!
Some mysteries whisper... Others fall from the sky. And in 1994, that's just what happened. In the summer of 1994, residents of the quiet logging town of Oakville, Washington, reported something that sounded like a prank, a hoax, or perhaps a misremembered weather event. But it wasn’t. Because on multiple occasions that year, a strange gelatinous substance rained down from the sky, clear, sticky, and unnervingly organic.
By Veil of Shadows10 days ago in Horror
Fear on the High Seas: Comparing The Flying Dutchman and the Mary Celeste Tragedy
Commentary Hauntings on the High Seas Anything that haunts will usually frighten: and it doesn’t matter if it's a legend or an actual event in history. Still, which account will keep you up at night or make you wary of doing certain things such as going out on the open sea? No doubt, a real-life mystery such as the Mary Celeste can bring out the fear. But, in a twist of irony, it’s a legend that has had a lasting impact and may have affected the sailors' wellbeing.
By Dean Traylor10 days ago in Horror
Burn the Witch
The house at the end of the cul-de-sac wasn’t a place of magic; it was a rotting blemish of crumbling limestone and damp half-timbering. It slumped tiredly against the city wall, as if trying to melt into the shadows of the battlements. There lived the widow—a woman whose sole remaining sin was that she had simply outlived her usefulness to anyone.
By C.G. Burns11 days ago in Horror
Eight Feet Tall: The Shadow in the White Dress
1. The Intruder in the Twilight Imagine the scene: you are in a quiet, rural Japanese countryside. The sun is dipping below the horizon, and the sky is turning a bruised, deep purple. Everything is peaceful. Then, you see her. Standing over the rice fields, taller than the power lines, stands a woman in a white sundress and a wide-brimmed straw hat. You think it’s a trick of the light. But then, you hear it. A guttural, rhythmic sound echoing across the valley: "Po... po... po... po..." This is Hachishakusama—or "Eight Feet Tall." In the digital age of urban legends, few entities command as much primal, visceral fear as this towering specter. She is not a jump-scare ghost; she is a slow, methodical predator who marks her prey long before she strikes.
By Takashi Nagaya11 days ago in Horror
The Telling Bone
Introduction This was kicked off by Catweazle's name for the telephone. Catweazle was a medieval sorcerer who ended up in modern times (the nineteen seventies). The full episode is all over Youtube and most of my readers might not even recognise what he is holding as a landline telephone handset.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 11 days ago in Horror
Pripyat, Ukraine: The Abandoned Ghost City of Chernobyl
The Rise and Sudden Silence of Pripyat Pripyat, Ukraine, was established on February 4, 1970, as a model city in the Soviet Union, intended to be the home of the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant staff. It emerged to become a flourishing city inhabited by close to 50,000 people, comprising engineers, scientists, families, and kids, with shops fully stocked, kindergartens, schools, hospitals, a cultural palace with cinemas and gyms, sports halls, and an Olympic-sized swimming pool, among other amenities. Life was normal, with kids playing, people working, and the city alive with normal ambitions and aspirations powered by the promise of nuclear energy.
By Kyrol Mojikal13 days ago in Horror
Day 19: Loose Allegiances. Content Warning.
Day 19: Loose Allegiances This isn’t hard to deduce if you’re here. During said gap, I was told that Wolfman Patrick wanted everyone to catch up to the most notable now of our research. The two shifts typically saved for this exercise were spent getting shouted at by Coldman Jason in his office for insinuating that the Brochure has nothing new to contribute, starting the tenacious argument that will go on for days. He asked me to be open-minded; I scoffed at the disrespect and refused to apologize for throwing the book. Details were to be strictly ordered in chronological order, as remembered; my 'tampering' will not be tolerated, apparently. However, once the storm started, it became clear who paid attention to Harvest-woman April’s briefing. Fucking taking fault for anything that went wrong would be a gross additional neglect of attention to facts that are so ghastly important. Anyway, Day 10: The ‘Reign’ Begins.
By Willem Indigo13 days ago in Horror
The Invitation
It was just a card , standard postcard size , but very high quality. The card was an invite , there was an address in a high class expensive part of the city, and an offer of substantial financial remuneration for an hour of his time. A two way conversation would be expected and would be held in the library.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 13 days ago in Horror
