Pychological Stories

In 1876 , where romance were romanticized and the world was celebrating the joyful existence of love, there goes Rudolph Sainz McHignnal known for his scientific knowledge and his little co-orperating lab that was passed by his father. Raynn Sainz McHignnal. "There's something i must do.For once and for all." said Rudolph to his father. "Perhaps it is better for you to stay, son.For your mother is on the brink of death and on the verge of life." Raynn begged. On 23rd November , an ederly woman died due to a toxicanal chemical was found during an autopsy inside her body. Raynn collapsed for he knew his son was behind it all. "I must find her before the election start.Foremost,kill her."

Sometimes I wish I knew what it felt like to be someone else, anyone other than me, really. It's not that I dislike who I am(I do sometimes), or even that I'm lost. It's more like... I'm curious. Curious about the weight of other people's thoughts. The texture of their fears. The shape of their joy. None of us walk the same path, even if the streets overlap. None of us carry the same sky, even when we stand under the same stars. I often wonder, can eyes that have seen different corners of the world ever truly see the same world? Two people, standing side by side, might witness the same event. But they won't feel the same chill in the air. They won't flinch at the same memories. They won't hear the silence in the same way. So maybe we don't live in one world at all. Maybe we live in billions. Each one stitched together by memory, perception, pain, and hope. But maybe we can get close. Maybe, with enough honesty and enough patience, we can build bridges. Quiet little bridges made of words and glances and shared stillness. Maybe we can stretch ourselves across the gap. And maybe, just maybe, if you're willing to meet me there... I can show you what it's like to be me. So come. Walk a little with me. Let me try to emulate this strange maze of thoughts, this ever-shifting fog I call a mind. Let me turn myself inside out for you, just for a moment. The name's Blank. And I welcome you to the world through my eyes, my imaginary audience, watchful, patient, and perhaps just as lost as I am. Together, we might not find all the answers. But maybe, if we're lucky, we'll find the right questions.

Amnesia. Time. Distortion.

Zombies I kill them what more can I say

BINI - A series of people having psychological issues and killing obsession who would do anything for their love ones.

Warning: Never stare too long into the glass. When Alex moves into the decrepit house on the edge of town, they find an ornate mirror hanging in the hallway-out of place, untouched by time, and oddly compelling. At first, it's nothing more than a curiosity. But the longer Alex gazes into it, the more they notice... something's off. The reflection doesn't quite match. The smile is a little too wide. The eyes? Too empty. But here's the thing: mirrors don't lie. Except this one. It doesn't just reflect what you are-it remakes you. Slowly. Relentlessly. At first, it's a small thing. A flicker of movement where there should be none. A shadow in the corner that shouldn't be there. But the longer Alex watches, the worse it gets. The reflection starts to shift-distorting, contorting into something grotesque. Something hungry. The mirror doesn't just watch-it feeds. And the more Alex stares, the more it pulls them in, piece by piece, until they're not sure which side of the glass they're on anymore. Every glance is a gamble. Every moment, a descent into madness. It's waiting. It's always waiting. And once it's tasted you, it won't let go. You were warned. Don't let the mirror see you.

Creatures lurk where shadows envelope. The only solace is the shifting inner layers of a abandoned house, and the mystery that lay within it.

Sylvain talking about his journey through out the years.

Scarlett has traveled into a future for over two thosand years and the future isnt as great as she expected.

The story of a young journalist

Two reckless teenage girls in their prime of misbehaviour go seeking a exiting scary ghost story but nothing goes to plan causing a unexpected turn of events...read to find out where this story leads for the two, or one?...

Its a story composed of seven arcs, about how seven characters will encounter seven creatures and how it will affect their life

A Psychological Horror by alex When Mara finds a strange address written in her own handwriting-and a key she doesn't recognize-she's pulled to a house she doesn't remember renting. Inside, the walls breathe, reflections lie, and every hallway leads her deeper into a place that feels like it's remembering her... too well. But the house doesn't just remember who she was. It remembers better than she does. As reality fractures, Mara begins to see versions of herself she can't explain-ones that smile too wide, speak too calmly, and know what she's going to say before she says it. Trapped between waking and dreaming, she must unravel what the house wants... and whether she's still the original her. Because something is trying to take her place. And it might already have.

Being taken to a boarding school in the deep woods, Ivan is unaware of the secrets that it holds. The school shrouded by mystery will only take you deeper. The longer you stay the more you become The Classified.

ARIADNE, She just bought an apartment, found eerie about her apartment, Investigating the insides, Founds the Fragments, Was that a ghost or Was she???

this is just a story for my friends.