Historias de Psychological-horror

One year ago, Sarah's best friend Cassie brutally murdered four classmates in the house next door. Then Cassie disappeared. No one knows why she did it. Or that Sarah could have stopped her. Now, strange things are happening - messages written in blood, familiar voices whispering to Sarah, faces in the mirror that aren't her own. Cassie's favorite slumber party game was always Bloody Mary and her final entries in a journal are filled with stories about a "presence" in the mirror, who listened when no one else did. Cassie poured her fear, anger, and heartbreak into Bloody Mary - confessing the bullying, loneliness, and slow, painful realization that Sarah was starting to make new friends and move on without her. As the anniversary of the murders approaches, Sarah and her friends - including Abby, who might be something more - must follow the clues and go to what's now called the Demon House. There, they will learn what really happened, what Cassie unleashed...and whether she's still alive. Cassie faced her demons and failed. Bloody Mary is done waiting. And Sarah is next. --------- Highest Rankings: 🥇#1 in Urban Legends 🥇 #1 in YA Horror 🥈#2 in Occult Top 5 in Psychological Horror Top 5 in Horror

The circus is more than it seems. What starts as a midnight search for answers turns into something no one expected. The hidden macroverse, torturous adventures, and places where not even Caine can control them all point to one thing- there's something more out there. Something Caine doesn't want them knowing. They're running out of time to find the exit. DAILY UPDATES! [Eventual, slowburn funnybunny, implied Zooble/Gangle, one-sided Ragapom] [Post-Episode 7] Prefer to read on Ao3?: https://archiveofourown.org/works/79682176/chapters/209087076 Follow me on Ao3!: @translucense COVER IS NOT MY ART!! All credits to @3HKOWALSKI on insta. TW!!! Implied suicidal thoughts

Nothing you delete is ever truly gone. Inside a windowless building, Lira Vance works for a secret department that archives every erased message, unsent confession, and withdrawn doubt in the name of "stability." On Floor 9, analysts measure emotional suppression and track deviation before it becomes rebellion-but when Lira's own variance begins to rise, she realizes the system doesn't protect people, it protects itself. And in a world where silence is monitored and conformity is measured, crossing the limit doesn't make you dangerous-it makes you disappear.

After her divorce, Elena Marrow moves into the newly renovated St. Dymphna Residences, desperate for quiet. The fourth floor is known for being calm. Peaceful. Stable. Until 3:17 a.m. Every night, Elena wakes to the sound of soft rubber soles pacing outside her bedroom door. The security cameras show nothing. The neighbors insist they hear it too. And somewhere in the hallway, a nurse in white stands perfectly still, hands folded at her waist. No one remembers leaving their rooms. No one remembers speaking in the dark. But every morning, something feels... smoother. On the fourth floor, peace isn't requested. It's enforced.

I woke up in a classroom I don't remember entering. The clock said 9:05. My phone said 7:42. "You don't belong here," they kept saying. But what if they're right? What if I already stepped too far?

She wasn't looking for Hawkins. Hawkins was looking for her. Vera has spent years outrunning a past she can't remember - until a quiet, relentless pull drags her back to the one town she swore she'd never see again. Now the lights flicker when she's alone. Familiar faces don't feel familiar. And something in the dark is starting to move closer. She doesn't know what she is. But Hawkins does. Stranger Things and its original characters belong to The Duffer Brothers. This is a work of fanfiction written for entertainment purposes only.

Every night at exactly 3:00 AM... something wakes me up. Not nightmares. Not sounds. Objects. The chair moves. The mirror watches. The dustbin rattles. And there's always a leader. A small metal safety pin... floating in the dark. It comes closer. Closer. Then it pricks my skin- and I wake up screaming. But every night, they come back. These are the things that shouldn't be alive. These are the things that wake me at night.

If It Ends With Me is a slow-burn psychological novella set in post-World War II rural Vermont. Two veterans, Cordell and Leonard, retreat to an inherited horse farm believing that labor, routine, and isolation can restore what the war fractured. The barn-old, weathered, and familiar-becomes the center of that hope. At first, the land behaves as expected. The horses settle. The structure holds. But subtle irregularities begin to surface: unexplained pressure against the walls, animals reacting in unison, sounds without clear source. Cordell responds by reinforcing the barn, convinced that stability can be imposed through effort and resolve. Leonard, increasingly uneasy, begins to doubt that resistance is the right answer. As winter deepens, the farm grows more isolated, and the distinction between environmental stress, psychological strain, and something unnamed begins to blur. When the barn finally collapses inward under forces no one can fully explain, the men are forced to confront the cost of holding on too tightly. Told through restrained prose, the story refuses easy answers. It is less concerned with what causes the collapse than with what it reveals: about pride, control, silence between men, and the danger of mistaking endurance for strength. If It Ends With Me is a story about pressure-structural, emotional, and human-and what happens when something is pushed beyond the shape it was meant to hold.

She sees the future. The future controls her Stella Anders, the girl cursed by her visions must navigate a world in which everyone and everything is out to get her, and not even her not-boyfriend believes anything she says

She was sent away to disappear for a while. From the city to a quiet town she does not trust. From noise to silence. From control to a house that watches her back. Hollow House is old, cold, and never truly quiet. At night, walls scratch. Footsteps stop outside her door. Shadows move then vanish. She tells herself it is stress. She does not believe in ghosts. Until she sees the woman in white. She appears only in the dark. Hair hiding her face. Always watching. Never speaking. Fear turns into fixation. Fixation turns into longing. And as the house closes in, she starts to question what is real, what is imagined, and what is slowly claiming her. In Hollow House, the dark does not hide things. It reveals them.

Before the smiling began, the world ended quietly. No chaos. No war. Just a strange infection that leaves behind one single expression - a smile. When Jessica realizes her family is no longer themselves, she flees into a world that feels disturbingly calm. The infected don't attack. They watch. And maybe watching is only the beginning... because soon, you start to realize there is no "them" and "us" anymore...

In a village where the river remembers names and the soil listens, silence is never empty. Noziphozamandla (Gift of Power) returns home carrying a grief she does not yet understand-unaware that death has already crossed her path, that her bloodline hums with secrets older than language. At night, the drum begins to speak. Soft at first. Patient. Calling not to her ears, but to her spirit. Children chant where no children should be. Shadows move without bodies. And something small watches from the dark, waiting to be acknowledged. Rooted in South African ancestral lore and whispered truths of witchcraft, When the Drum Speaks is a slow-burning, unsettling journey into the unseen, where amadlozi (ancestors) walk beside the living, gifts are inherited in silence, and ignorance is the most dangerous curse of all. Some stories are read. Others are answered.

No one notices when it starts. That's the point. This isn't a story about monsters, ghosts, or violence. It's about attention - and what happens when it becomes unnecessary. Each chapter changes something small. Not in the world. In you. There is no twist. There is no explanation. And nothing here needs to be watched to continue. You don't have to keep reading. But most people do.

Knowledge is currency. Alchemy is knowledge. Most people don't know it exists. Those who do call it heresy. Those who practice it call it ascension. Man wakes in the lightless depths of Tauran City Prison with no records, no past-only a vocabulary that doesn't belong to him. In a facility built to process human bodies, ignorance is a death sentence. To survive, he bonds with a parasitic alchemical metal: a weapon that grows stronger with blood, memory, and use. But power always comes at a price he doesn't yet understand. Guided by a man who knows too much and a girl who should not have survived this long, he descends through a system where alchemy is graded, identities fracture, and nothing is free. You are not a prisoner. You are a specimen. And ascension has already begun.

𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧; 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚 ------------------------------------------------------------------- ╰┈➤ When [Y/n] enters a dating simulator after yearning for escape from reality, she is beyond overjoyed. In order to win, she needs to collect every single achievement and ending that there is available in the game. Unfortunately, something is wrong with the code... resulting in the AI part of the game acting; strange. °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･𝜗ৎ Yandere Modern Demon Slayer x Female Reader

Lying on his bed, eyes shut, Shao You thought- Who dares to stalk me? Why can't I find them? Meanwhile, in a hidden room, hundreds of monitors lit up, each one capturing Shao You's every move. One screen zoomed in on his face. Three hands traced it slowly-almost lovingly-yet filled with a madness that turned affection into something deadly. "You are my fucking obsession," the voice hissed, low and intoxicating. They laughed-wild, unhinged, unstoppable. "We just want you. We don't fucking care that you're a powerful special force police officer. To me... you're my oleander flower ! We'll cross every line, break every rule, just to make you mine, only mine..." Can Shao You resist... or will he surrender to the irresistible pull of someone's deadly obsession? Characters Profile : 1.Hua Yong 🩸 Psychopath Cannibalism China Mafia King 👑 Extremely cruel - worse than a monster ☠️ No emotions. No mercy. No humanity. 2.Wenlang 💀 Cold-hearted. Completely emotionless. Cannibalism Psychopath 🗡️ Feels nothing. Regrets nothing. 3.Gao Tu 🔪 Looks sweet... but actually cold-hearted 🖤 Mentally unstable Cannibalism Very dangerous. Unpredictable. Hua Yong, Wenlang, and Gao Tu are cruel mafia brothers... A deadly trio. ☠️ No one has ever seen their real faces. They rule from the shadows. 4.Shao You 🥀 Cold and strict, but internally soft-hearted Afraid of human touch Genophobic China Special Force Police Officer Orphan 5.V 💫 Funny sometimes... but can turn cold instantly China Special Force Police Officer Very rich - the only son of China's No.1 businessman 6.Jk 🌒 Mysterious. Pretends to act normal. Has secrets no one knows China Special Force Police Officer ⚠️Warning⚠️: This story contains extreme dark psychological horror, intense torture, and disturbing themes. It explores the darkest sides of obsession, power, and control. Even the main characters are not safe from harm. Mature readers only. Explicit dark romance

Beneath the Surface Notes follows 5 music majors who built their own kind of family in rehearsal rooms, practice halls, and late night studio sessions. To everyone else, they are harmony perfectly in sync, inseparable. But beneath the music, each of them carries something unspoken: quiet mental battles, toxic attachments disguised as love, dependency that feels like safety, and secrets one of them cannot afford to reveal. As pressure, ambition, and fragile hearts collide, they must decide whether their bond is strong enough to survive the truth or if some notes are better left unheard.

Jack wakes up to the end of the world already in progress. Sirens don't explain it. The news doesn't survive long enough to clarify it. People don't stay dead-and whatever replaces them is hungry, patient, and learning. This is not a traditional novel. Jack's Run is a live-reaction apocalypse story, written as events unfold and decisions are made in real time. There is no outline, no guaranteed survival, and no authorial safety net-only momentum, fear, and the consequences of moving when stillness means death. Each episode captures a fragment of collapse as Jack runs-from rooms, from people, from things that should not exist-through a world that is breaking faster than anyone can understand it. Read it like you're there. Because Jack doesn't know what happens next either. - I will also be posting this on Royal Road

It is about psychological horror. Two twins with a curse, they are abused by their parents and gave turned into.. Monster like gods.