Истории Psychologicalhorror

Shepherd is incorrigible. He lies to his parents, sells drugs to his classmates, and is leading on his cousin, Elise, who has an unrequited crush on him. He's a manipulator and takes pleasure in every bit of it. But when his deceptions are unearthed, he's shunned at school and ousted by his parents. He has no idea who betrayed him, and this uncertainty fuels his paranoia and ignites a sordid affair with Elise, his only ally. Retribution becomes an obsession. And as he tracks down the person who stabbed him in the back, his feelings for her deepen. Conversely, Elise begins questioning her loyalty to Shepherd, his reckless behaviour taking a toll on their bond. The unforgivable occurs, and both must decide whether to stick with their toxic patterns or change for the betterment of their relationship... of course, only if their family doesn't find out that they're sleeping together.

❝𝐈 𝐕𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔.❞ ׂ╰┈➤ [ yandere! husband x fem! reader ] ➤ IN WHICH, a mafia husband grows more and more obsessed with his wife by the second, while she doubts and questions his love. What's he up to? Is he cheating on her? ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ タグ | 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: yandere x reader male yandere x reader yandere husband x reader mafia psychological horror / thriller [ 𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒: ] #1 - Mafia Husband #1 - Yandere x Female Reader #1 - Yandere x Reader #1 - Reverse Harem x Reader #1 - Webtoon Inspired #1 - Psychological Horror #1 - Gang Leader #1 - Dark Love #1 - Gangs

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.

The first time you see him, it means nothing. The second time... it's already too late.. Seven friends. One party. One man no one should have noticed. He stands under the streetlight. Watching. Waiting. At first, it feels like nothing. Until he starts getting closer. And closer. And closer. He doesn't run. He doesn't speak. He doesn't stop. And once you see him he sees you too...

This is a draft version. Feedback is appreciated. Some things don't stay where they belong. They don't fade. They wait. When memories return, something else returns with them.

After leaving his psychotherapist's office, everything goes blank. He wakes up in the metro of his city... but something isn't off. It's wrong. The streets are empty. The air feels dead. And sometimes, it feels like something is watching him. With only a few pills left and no memory of how he got there, he keeps moving through a city that doesn't make sense anymore. He should be scared. He isn't.

Timothy Carter lives alone with a broken mind. The creaks of the house seem to start talking; Timothy ignores the pestering voices, but eventually gives in. The creaks tell him he's on a great mission-to make something beautiful. Timothy accepts, and soon the flowers begin to grow... but they will need something else to truly bloom.

An overworked office worker got visited by unexpected visitor. This is my first time ever writing a story, so I hope this story won't be too painful for you to read😁 Any criticism and advice is welcome. Disclaimer, English is not my first language.

She was never meant to survive. Raised in silence, shaped by obedience, and taught to accept the confines of her world, Fray has spent her life believing she is fragile... broken... wrong. Until something in her begins to crack. But transformation is never gentle. And when the ashes settle... what rises may be nothing like the girl she once was.

SmileLine Toy Works was never just a toy company. It was a system built to understand you. At its peak, it looked like a miracle. Bright mascots, musical attractions, smiling halls where generations of families returned like it was tradition written into their bones. It didn't just sell toys. It sold feelings. Safety. Happiness. Memory. But beneath the paint and music, something else was being built. Every laugh was measured. Every hesitation recorded. Every child quietly studied. The mascots weren't costumes. They were interfaces. Observers trained to learn how people think, how they react, how they break. Then came the year no one can fully explain. Employees vanished but still appeared on schedules. Children heard mascots speak when they weren't supposed to. Hallways stopped matching the maps. A blackout changed something inside the factory, and whatever returned with the power was no longer under control. SmileLine didn't shut down cleanly. It twisted. It rotted while still standing. Now, years later, Vera returns to the abandoned factory and finds the systems still running beneath the silence. The deeper she goes, the more the building begins to respond to her. Rooms shift. Paths change. Memories replay incorrectly. Something is watching her not like prey, but like a pattern being studied. Because SmileLine never learned how to stop. It only learned how to adapt. And it remembers her.

In a city protected by heroes, the most dangerous evil is the one wearing a familiar face. Connor was the perfect symbol of hope-disciplined, admired, untouchable. Adrian was the shadow he buried-his brother, his sin, his greatest lie. Nine years ago, a betrayal sealed Adrian inside Ironhold, a prison built to erase monsters. Now he's free. As the city fractures under calculated devastation, Adrian-now known as Deadlight-doesn't seek chaos... he seeks exposure. Every attack is precise. Every move is personal. And with each step, he pulls Connor closer to a truth he's spent years suffocating. Caught between loyalty and revelation, Connor's teammates begin to see the cracks in their hero-while the man they hunt knows him better than anyone ever could. Allies become liabilities. Love becomes leverage. And blood proves thicker than justice. Because this isn't a story about good versus evil. It's about what happens when the villain knows your secrets- and the hero deserves what's coming.

This is my first book so don't expect much. I like writing short stories, especially horror (maybe psychological horror and mystery?), so here's a book of them!

WARNING: For obvious reasons this is not canon to the official Mixels: Rewritten Saga storyline and is instead its own AU, known as the "Maxels AU". Fanfiction of such which may include ocs is much appreciated. A twisted tale of a strange cult as detailed and feared in the Mixels: Rewritten lorebook "Codex Miscere", of a path telling what happens if they succeed. If every mixel became a permamix with each other, being one with each other without separation nor individual identity. If they were to reach the Maximum Mixel in their endeavor of the dissolution of identity on the quest to enlightment.

At first, it was only the quiet. Not empty. Not harmless. These notebooks were never meant to be read. They began as a way to keep track of things-thoughts, gaps, moments that didn't feel right. Something answered. It stayed long enough to feel familiar. Long enough to feel necessary. And when everything else began to fall away- it didn't. What follows is a series of personal writings documenting a gradual shift in perception, where silence stops meaning absence, and something begins to remain. Not everything written here belongs to him. --- ⚠️ Content & Trigger Warnings: This story contains themes that may be distressing to some readers, including: Psychological distress and mental deterioration Hallucinations and distorted perception Depictions of self-harm (non-graphic) Suicidal thoughts and themes Substance misuse Trauma-related content Emotional dependency and isolation Reader discretion is advised. --- 📌 Note: This story is written in a fragmented, notebook-style format and focuses on atmosphere and psychological descent rather than traditional plot structure.

This is my first ever story where I just wondered the alternative meaning of second chance. Like, what if what you thought was your second chance was not really your second chance but something as that you thought was god being cruel was your second chance??

Roselyn Reed is the girl who never belonged. She meets a charming man one day, and everything soon changes. But she has a chilling secret. One she might never reveal. 28/ 04 / 2026 ♡

I didn't chase. I didn't hunted. I was guided... I think something is wrong . At first, it was nothing. Just small things-repeats, patterns, gaps. Now it's... different. No filters. No edits. No rewrites. I'm posting this in real time-exactly as it happens. I don't know when it started. I don't know how it ends. I must document everything- in case I forget what's real. Or worse, in case something else remembers for me because if I don't notice what's happening maybe it's already too late. The Nutcase explores the terrifying possibility that the voice meant to protect us... may be leading us somewhere else entirely.

A multi-chapter story blending psychological horror and creeping dread. It explores betrayal, transformation, and the darkness within, where fear is quiet, unsettling, and stays with you long after the page ends. (sorry about the fact that the cover is AI generated, I couldn't make one myself, hope you enjoy the story tho ;) )

3 bache normally roz sch jaane ke liye same raaste se jate the jaha haveli aati hai kbhi 10th mei yeh log jis haveli ki itni tareef krte the ab 11th mei woh haveli shaant kese hai orr ab yeh khandr ho chuki hai..... ab kyaaa inn logo ki life mei maza shuru hogaa?? orr hoga toh kyaa ab yeh log bachenge ya fasenge..... kyuki ek naya safar inn teeno ka wait kr rha hai....dekhte kya hota hai... characters descriptions Yukti - a brave girl with full intuitions and god gifted Aditya - a loyal friend but a caring and supported friend Rohan - a friend who scared from ghost but a calm boy

Six strangers. One boarding house. A caretaker with rules he swears will keep them safe. They should have asked why the rules existed before they agreed to follow them. The house on the edge of the city is too large for what it costs and too quiet for what it contains. The caretaker delivers his rules at the door and disappears into the dark at the end of the hall, and by morning the rules are less comfort than they seemed, and the door at the end of the corridor is breathing, and the miniature sitting in the forbidden room has figures with faces pressed into their clay that no one should have been close enough to make. Cora has been drifting for long enough that she has stopped noticing the drift. She notices the house. She notices the bruise on her sternum that has pulsed since she crossed the threshold, shaped like a keyhole, warm in ways she cannot account for. She notices the miniature's tiny figure with her own face pressed into it with the intimacy of a mold made before she arrived. The house has forty seven names in its ledger. Eleven of them escaped. Inside these walls, nothing taken can be returned. Nothing placed inside a person comes out the way it went in. And the thing the house wants most is the one thing Cora does not yet know she has been carrying her entire life. This is not a story that flinches. It stays in the room. Count carefully. Do not open your eyes until you mean it. ©️ Relle H