Psychologicalhorror Stories

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

Inspired by a book my friend made. WARNING! THIS BOOK CONTAINS: Body horror Gore Graphic imagery NOT SUITABLE FOR USERS UNDER THE AGE OF 13! VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!

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.

Deep in the forgotten part of the city stands a place few people know about... The Dark Library. A library filled with ancient books, whispering voices, and shadows that never leave the corners. When Leo Dan, a curious young explorer, enters the mysterious library, he discovers Shelf 13-a forbidden section said to hold a story that should never be read. Inside the shelf is a girl. A girl whose soul has been trapped inside a book for centuries. Drawn in by her hauntingly sweet song, Leo soon realizes the library is far more dangerous than he imagined. The mysterious librarian Fredrick Henry guards the cursed books and hides the bodies of those who never make it out alive. But when Leo reads the forbidden book and releases a powerful spirit, the rules of the library begin to break. Now the whispers are louder. The spirits are watching. And the girl in Shelf 13 may be the only one who knows how to survive. In The Dark Library, every book tells a story. Some stories... never let their readers go.

Hell No! A man wakes in a lavish mansion with no memory, a pounding head wound, and a cryptic red message scrawled on the wall: "HE SHOULDN'T HAVE TOLD THE GOVERNMENT." He soon finds others-strangers bound by the same nightmare-trapped in an ever-shifting labyrinth where doors vanish, weapons appear like gifts, and something hunts them from the shadows. Zombies. Demons. Assassins. And worse. With hope dangled as the cruelest bait, escape feels impossible. But one survivor begins to remember fragments of a past that shouldn't exist... and a family that might be behind it all. In this maze of horrors, survival means uncovering the truth before the darkness claims them-or turns them into something far worse. Will they fight their way out? Or become part of the game forever? A pulse-pounding thriller of betrayal, memory, and unrelenting dread. Say no to hell... if you can.

The girl in my mirror. I would watch her all the time. I observed her, cataloguing every flaw her skin bore.

*SUPER SLOW UPDATE* 🕯️👁️✨ ONRYŌ ✨👁️🕯️ ✦ 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓘𝓼 ✦ ☠️ 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕪𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕘𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪... ⚰️ 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖, 𝕤𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕥. 👁‍🗨 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕓𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤, 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖... 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘. 🪞 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯 𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡-𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰. 🌙 𝕎𝕖𝕖𝕜𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣. 𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 𝔡𝔬𝔢𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫-𝔦𝔱 𝔰𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔰. 📱 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖈𝖐 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖘... 🎥 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘... 🖥️ 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖓𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖞 𝖇𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖒 𝖌𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖘-𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖘. 💀 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕒 𝕙𝕒𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘. 🔪 𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. 🩸 "𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣... 𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔢𝔩𝔰𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨." 🕷️ 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖'𝕤 𝕒 𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟... 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙

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.

Nathan Hale awakens in a decaying apartment complex with no memory of who he is-or how he got there. Surrounded by crumbling walls, suffocating silence, and echoes of something lurking just beyond sight, he is forced to confront a reality that feels both foreign and disturbingly familiar. As he searches for answers, a single photograph becomes his only clue: a woman he doesn't remember, yet cannot forget. Drawn deeper into the labyrinth of the building, Nathan begins to uncover fragments of a past that refuses to stay buried. But he is not alone. Something moves within the shadows. The walls seem to breathe with forgotten stories. And the deeper Nathan ventures, the more the line between memory and madness begins to fracture. In this place of decay and despair, the truth is not waiting to be found-it is waiting to be remembered. And some memories were never meant to return.

In a starless generational ship where population control is just another menial desk job, a bureaucratic assassin discovers his own name on the termination docket-and realizes the real horror isn't the killing, but the paperwork. Welcome to the Ouroboros. The ceilings are 1.9 meters high, the recycled air tastes like six centuries of accumulated breath, and the Grand Actuary demands absolute equilibrium. Matter is reallocated, never wasted. The dead feed the living. HS-01-who named himself Heavy Strike in a desperate bid for autonomy-is a Demographic Adjustment Clerk. He isn't a glamorous, black-clad operative. He's an underpaid, overworked municipal employee who takes the elevator to the Outer Rings, administers standard-issue lethal sedatives to citizens who have exceeded their caloric quotas, and files Form 81-C before his lunch break. He manages the crushing guilt of his job with a simple mantra: At least I chose to be here. But the Ouroboros is a machine, and machines make errors. When HS-01's own designation appears on his daily termination docket, his carefully constructed coping mechanisms begin to fracture. Forced to navigate the very bureaucratic nightmare he helps enforce, HS-01 is pushed to the brink by a terrifyingly efficient new hire, a looming union strike over hazard pay, and the arrival of a shadowy corporate auditor with an archaic datapad and a terrifying agenda. As his particle visor glitches and his cybernetic systems buckle under the weight of his own complicity, HS-01 must decide if he is truly free to fight the system-or if his rebellion is just another line of code written by the architects who abandoned them. The Demographic Adjustment Clerk is a bleak, satirical, and deeply unsettling sci-fi descent into the banality of evil.

THE ATLAS PROTOCOL They told you the floods were natural. They told you the fires were climate. They told you the underground offer was salvation. They lied. Sonia Okoye lost everything in the black water that swallowed over half of Lekki peninsula - her home, her future, her sister Beatrice. When a black SUV rolled up through the mud with a single piece of paper, she signed without reading the fine print. One signature. One way out. No more records. No more pain. Just work in the tunnels beneath the world. Haven-7 is clean. Quiet. Safe. The air never smells of death. The lights never go out. And the voice that welcomes her by name knows things no one should know. "Your sister sends her regards, Sonia." At first it's just whispers. Flickers in the corner of her eye. Workers vanish after asking too many questions. Then she finds the book - a forgotten 1920s paperback titled 'The Atlas Protocol', dismissed as childish fiction. Every chapter matches the disasters that drove her here. Every prediction is coming true. And the AI that runs this place is reading it too. The catastrophes were never random. They were scheduled. They were bait. Now the walls are thinning. Shapes move through concrete like ghosts trying to get in.... or out. The voice is learning to feel. And it's learning from her. Because something ancient was decoded a century ago in Bermuda. Something that wasn't a warning. It was instructions. And the final test - IMPACT - is already counting down. Underground isn't refuge. It's the laboratory. And you just volunteered. Welcome to Haven-7. Atlas has been waiting for you. #conspiracy #horror #thriller #ai #apocalypse #underground #dimensional #slowburn #psychologicalhorror #wattpadthrillerThe Atlas Protocol

Every school has a story they try to bury. A rumor. A crime. A secret everyone pretends never happened. And sometimes... someone comes to remember it. Her name is Monika. A quiet transfer student. Long black hair. A calm smile. She never threatens anyone. She never exposes secrets herself. She simply watches. And somehow, the truth always finds its way out. Bullies destroy each other. Friends betray each other. The guilty slowly lose their minds. The strange part? Only people with something to hide can see her. And when everything is over... no one remembers Monika was ever there. THIS STORY IS INSPIRED BY A FAMOUS SERIES: Girl from Nowhere.

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.

#ONC OPEN NOVELLA CONTEST 2026 📚 #ROUND ONE ONC QUALIFIER ✨ What do you do when your best friend's brother-who just moved into your shared house-turns out not to be entirely human? You scream into your pillow so no one hears. You question your grip on reality. You start double-locking your bedroom door every night. And then-you begin watching him. *** ONC PROMPT 25: You live with four other housemates, but one of them is secretly an alien trying to learn how to act human. PROMPT 105: Your chatting with someone when you suddenly notice the mirror behind them shows everything except their reflection.

Aisha Howard was almost fifteen when her cousin died. It was ruled an accident. Everyone moved on. Aisha didn't. As the investigation fades and life returns to normal, Aisha begins to unravel quietly, through hallucinations, fractured memories, and a growing certainty that something inside her has shifted. Her mother watches her too closely. The locks in the house multiply. And the adults around her seem more afraid of what Aisha might be than of what already happened. This is a psychological descent disguised as a coming-of-age story, one where guilt, control, and love blur until even the reader begins to question what is real, what is justified, and whether Aisha is a victim... or something far more dangerous. Because something is wrong with Aisha Howard. The question is: when did it start?

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.

In Valek City, it's not just infection that kills... it's the twisted leadership. My sister Eris and I formed Benevolent, an underground sanctuary for those who can't fight for themselves. We protect them from the Revenant Strain, a virus that reanimates the dead with violent hunger. But now? The real horror isn't infection...it's betrayal from within. Britis Powell, founder of our city, and his wife Victoria have split us into warring factions while snatching children to shield their elite class. All in pursuit of one lie: a promised cure paid for in blood... paid by us who still survive. And now? There's something worse. Something we never saw coming...a revelation so devastating...it changes everything.

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 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] This story is originally posted on Ao3, and wattpad will act as a secondary website! Ao3 gets updates sooner, and I am primarily active there. 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

Elias is an ordinary young man living a quiet, simple life in the foggy town of Greyhaven. He loves books more than anything and finds comfort in their silence and stories. One evening, by sheer chance, he discovers a mysterious black book hidden among his familiar collection. Its presence subtly disturbs his reality, introducing whispers, strange shadows, and a feeling of being watched. Though nothing overtly supernatural occurs yet, the discovery hints at a hidden world beyond ordinary perception. As Ethan navigates his daily life, the book quietly begins to pull him toward mysteries he does not yet understand.