Psychologicalhorror Stories

England 1981, before smartphones, GPS, and digital footprints. You're trying to settle into the cozy freshman routine of international university life, taking a job at the campus library where you archive books and organize shelves. But you don't realize that you've become someone else's archive... and what happens when you're listed in more than one catalogue...? ( yanderes!M x F!reader ) | A cozy, unsettling slow burn story.

❝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 #1 - Manwha

Thrown away by the Zenin clan before he ever had a chance to matter, Ren awakens a system of eight impossible arts that lets him devour curses, forge weapons, command spirits, and break every chain. Satoru Gojo was meant to stand at the top. Sukuna was meant to be the nightmare at the end. Ren Zenin was never meant to exist. Now the timeline is breaking in this Jujutsu Kaisen AU.

All his life, the human-owl hybrid Doni Bobes had been suppressing rather violent urges of the malicious alter ego he'd for long called "Dr. Donji." It turned out, however, sedating the anger within fueled by decades of trauma couldn't last forever, which he discovered the hard way upon finding out about his friends' party organised without him included. Something so seemingly small and insignificant would inevitably lead to much more; a crack of his mask, his 'self', and the release of whom he feared most now dooming and tormenting everyone he cared about out of its twisted sense of self-righteousness. Mysterious artifacts must now be located, viscious Black Magic stopped, and an old home with its former friends, foes and consequences be faced. But if even changing it all wasn't able to make him whole, what would? After all, how could such a shattered individual ever destroy and kill the part that'd always been within him? __________ DISCLAIMER: This book is 16+ as it contains themes and events meant for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised. [[WARNINGS INCLUDE:]] - suicidal ideation - (auto)mutilation - torture - death & murder - implied (S) assault - substance abuse - power abuse - graphic/disturbing imagery (f.e. gore) - strong language/swears [GASP] - vivid descriptions & showcases of mental illness such as fits of psychosis, severe depression, dysphoria and personality disorders. - A really shitty owl.

(This concept is an idea of mine for the SQUID GAME USA, that is rumored as a project developing) Los Angeles has lost its citizens. The authorities believe it's because of a serial killer. Detective Elias Burke knows better. As the number of victims increases, he discovers a truth even more disturbing than homicide. An underground network using vulnerable individuals for a contest designed for them to die. An unemployed bassist drowning in bills. A Filipino migrant worker stranded in an unfamiliar city. An ex-firefighter, an ex-soldier, a content creator living in a dream world. Dozens of unrelated individuals who have nothing left to lose. They're all getting one and the same offer. Around the country, children's games are being played for millions of dollars. For 456 participants, failing will have consequences worse than going back. A Squid Game USA story taking place after Season 3, with new characters, new set of games, and new plots to uncover.

Lucy lives alone in a quiet apartment where everything feels safe and normal-until one night, when Noah stays over and notices something strange under her bed. At first, Lucy doesn't believe him. But when they check, the truth becomes terrifying: someone has been hiding there. Even after the person is taken away, something still feels wrong. And soon, Lucy realizes the scariest part- the danger may not be gone at all.

Henry Mills has always believed in fairy tales, but his twin sister never has. She believes in nightmares instead. For as long as Clara Mills has remembered, she has found herself running from the shadows that whisper her name, wait outside her bedroom door and they always seem to get closer. She's spent years trying to tell the difference between reality and illusion, but she knows one thing for certain that Regina Mills is her mother. When Henry brings their birth mother to Storybrooke, Clara's carefully built world begins to fall apart. As the town awakens and magic returns, so does the ancient darkness that has been waiting for Clara all along. *first person OC* Starts at the beginning of S1

Mercy Bell has survived for thirty-two years by keeping its oldest sin buried. When Ruth Venn dies, the fields begin to move. Small figures stitched from burlap, corn husks and the clothes of the dead start walking toward town. They are slow. They do not tire. Locked doors only make them wait. Mara Venn returns for her grandmother's funeral and finds a ledger of names, dates and bargains. At its center is Eli, the brother who drowned at North Cut when they were children and somehow came home. To stop the harvest, Mara must uncover what Mercy Bell did, what Ruth kept alive and why the Straw Children are no longer hunting a single soul.

An exploration of mortality, isolation, and the weight of unspoken thoughts. A collection of short, free-verse poems collected over the years, capturing the corners of the human mind.

After an unexpected move to the secluded village of Meru, Kouma Kirvana hopes for nothing more than an ordinary high school life. Instead, he finds himself surrounded by unsettling coincidences, unfamiliar faces, and a quiet unease that never seems to leave. As he grows closer to the people around him, the village slowly reveals a side that shouldn't exist-one hidden beneath everyday life. Some mysteries don't ask to be solved. They ask to be survived. *New chapter Every Friday!

"à la folie." "Η Πείνα μου, η Καταστροφή μου, η Σεσίλιά μου." In this vintage fanfic... In Gotham, appearances are currency, and Cecilia has spent years becoming priceless. The city's golden girl, all platinum hair, designer heels, and a flawless Porsche, she's infamous for dating Gotham's wealthiest men and throwing tantrums when life dares to inconvenience her. Spoiled. Shallow. Untouchable. That's exactly what she wants everyone to believe. Because beneath the polished façade is a woman who clawed her way into a world that was never meant to let her in, hiding a past that could reduce everything she's built to ashes. Then her Porsche dies in the middle of Crime Alley. The last person she expects to meet is Jason Todd, a foul-mouthed mechanic with oil-stained hands, a permanent scowl [but a devastatingly handsome face], and absolutely no interest in entertaining another rich girl's attitude. Their first meeting ends in insults. Their second isn't much better. Somehow, hatred turns into obsession, obsession into something darker, until they're trapped in a relationship fueled by bruised pride, explosive arguments, and a devotion neither of them can explain. In a city where every shadow hides a secret and every smile conceals a lie, the truth always comes collecting. When the carefully buried secret behind Cecilia's life finally resurfaces, it threatens to destroy not only her carefully crafted identity but the fragile bond she's forged with the one man who refuses to be fooled by appearances. As Gotham closes its jaws around them, Jason and Cecilia are forced to decide whether love can survive betrayal, blood, and the ghosts neither of them ever escaped. Because in Gotham, monsters don't always wear masks. Sometimes they wear diamonds. And a tower of lies, supposedly unlimited and strong willed is shattered. "For insanity." "My Hunger, my ruin."

«The Hunts begin-» Misfortune or salvation. A guide... Or the devil himself. Perhaps they're one and the same. After all... The devil is real. And they've always been among us. -----------------------》》 Endless Field was never the kind of town people bothered to remember. Quiet streets. Endless woods. Familiar faces. A place where nothing was supposed to happen. Eva had lived there her entire life. Seventeen years of cigarette smoke, unfinished sketches, late nights in a treehouse hidden deep within the forest, and pretending her family wasn't falling apart. It wasn't perfect, but it was hers. Then Stephen came back. An old childhood friend. A familiar face. A stranger. From the moment he returned, the town began to feel... wrong. People started disappearing. Rumors spread through the halls of Fieldcrest High School. The woods grew quieter. And somewhere between old memories and forgotten promises, Eva found herself standing at the edge of something that had been waiting far longer than she had. Some monsters aren't born. Some simply choose to stay. 《DO NOT COPY OR STEAL》 - OG STORY BY ◇DARKKITTYKEYRA◇ AKA 《KEYRA》 《Disclaimer: I use AI for backgrounds generate and a bit google translate for better english. I hope you guys don't mind it and enjoy the story. Love you all》

Jason Todd died. Months later, something clawed its way out of a coffin beneath Gotham. No one noticed the beginning. A single bite. One frightened stranger trying to help what looked like a lost child. By the time anyone realized what was happening, it was already too late. As Gotham collapses under an outbreak unlike anything the world has ever seen, the Batfamily is forced into a fight they were never trained for. Every decision costs lives. Every mistake leaves another ghost behind. And somewhere in the middle of it all is Jason, searching for the family he lost, haunted by memories he can't quite remember... and a truth that could destroy what's left of them all. Some cities survive disasters. Gotham buries them. Or tries to.

My mother loves me. She wakes at dawn to simmer silver ear mushroom soup. She knows every teacher's number by heart. She gave up her own dreams so I could play the piano. Everything she does, she does out of love. So when my right hand goes limp and dead, everyone says it's my fault. The doctors can't explain it. The teachers say I'm stressed. My classmates mimic me behind my back, like I'm putting on a show. And my mother just stares at me in silence, like I'm a doll she can't fix. But no one ever asked me - Do I even want this hand anymore? This is a story about love, control, and silence. About a girl who learns to say "no" to the world, with a hand that refuses to obey.

You've been here before. The words are carved into the first step of a stairway that shouldn't exist, beneath an observatory that wasn't on any map, in a world where the sky has started bleeding. Zane Carter doesn't remember. But the pillar at the center of the ruined dome hums in rhythm with his heartbeat. The symbols spiraling up its surface shift when he walks into the room. And his own reflection caught in shards of broken glass is screaming silently, trying to warn him of something he can't hear. He is the Anchor. The one who holds the loop together. The one who has lived this nightmare before. Thousands of times. And every single time, he has died without remembering. Now he's back at the top of the stairway with a team of strangers who feel disturbingly familiar: a physicist whose smirk hides a dangerous obsession, a teenage prodigy who's been drawing the symbols since he was six, a soldier who seems to know exactly how this ends. And somewhere far below, beneath seven impossible vaults, a Core waits for Zane to make a choice. The same choice he's made before. The same choice he's always failed. But this time, someone or something has left a warning carved into the stone: Don't let the child touch the Core. The loop is tightening. The vaults are waking up. And the question isn't just whether Zane can survive. It's whether he can remember what he's supposed to do... before the sky finishes falling.

The train never stops. The rails never end. And I didn't know that once I stepped aboard, I'd never step back off. I thought I was leaving my old life behind - the numbness, the quiet depression, the feeling that nothing I did mattered. Maybe I did leave it. But I didn't expect to trade it for something worse. Something alive. Something that watches. Fear wasn't supposed to follow me here. Purpose wasn't supposed to find me here. But both did. I didn't expect to feel anything on this train. Not hope. Not connection. Definitely not love. And yet... her. Kasumi. The hostess who moves like she's made of silence. The girl who never speaks unless she has to. The one who looks at passengers like she already knows how they'll die. The one who feels more trapped than any of us. I shouldn't have wanted to know her. But I did. Something about her pulled me in - the way she spoke only when she absolutely had to, the way she tried to never show a real emotion, the way she whispered warnings she wasn't supposed to say. And yet... it noticed. The woman who is partly a serpent, and entirely deranged. The creature who controls every inch of this train in ways no one understands. She needs things done a certain way. Her way. Always. When she gets what she wants, she feeds. When she doesn't, she devours. Now the lights flicker when I walk by. Doors breathe. Mirrors show things I shouldn't see. And every night at 8 PM, I lie still and pretend to sleep while something with a long neck slides through the ceiling, checking each bed, making sure we're asleep when we're supposed to be - searching for the one person I can't stop thinking about. I boarded this train to escape my life. I didn't know I was stepping into hers. I didn't know she was already claimed. I didn't know the rails were endless. But I know now. And I know one more thing: I'm not letting that thing take her from me.

Y/N can be anyone. They've been the shy new student. The mafia boss's obsession. The vampire's mate. The CEO's secretary. The chosen one, the victim, the lover, the hero. They have been everything. They remember everything. And they are so fucking tired. Now trapped inside a top-secret research facility, Y/N exists as little more than living clay. Faceless. Featureless. Permanently unfinished. The scientists studying them insist they aren't bad people, sharing their lives, their memories, and their secrets in the hope of earning the strange creature's trust. Then a routine experiment changes everything. A fingerprint refuses to disappear. For the first time in Y/N's accidental cosmic existence, something stays. Human biomass can make them permanent. Human biomass can make them real. And Y/N has spent far too long being everyone else. They are going to become themself. One piece at a time. This isn't your story. This is Y/N's.

Content Warning: Violence, psychological horror, betrayal, self‑harm. What happens when joy turns to terror, when trust becomes betrayal, and when the human mind reveals its darkest corners? This anthology brings together four chilling short stories: The Choice of Oblivion - a tale of betrayal and the power to decide salvation or refusal. The Watcher's Smile - a silent observer fascinated by chaos and human instinct. Prom Night - a celebration turned massacre, where the assaulter hides among the victims. Somewhere - a raw, psychological descent into pain and resentment against forced faith. Each story explores the fragile line between safety and danger, sanity and madness, mercy and cruelty.Step inside - but beware. These aren't just stories. They're experiences meant to linger long after the last word.

In the quiet corridors of a hospital, the clocks sometimes measure more than just time, they measure the distance between the living and the ones who refuse to leave. Meet nurse Chloe, a night shift worker about to learn that sometimes love doesn't end with a funeral. In Room 412, a striking Red Hat and purple adornment, hold a secret that defies medical science. Enter a world where the monitors beep, the rain falls, and the impossible sits right in the chair beside you. Welcome to a journey into the unknown.

My father missed twenty-four of my birthdays. Then he mailed me an apology and a cursed thing. It looks like a Magic 8 Ball. It isn't. There's no seam in it. The die inside has too many faces. And the instruction slip folded under the packing straw says it does not predict the future - it decides it. ⚫ Twenty answers. No more, no less. ⚫ One question each, at the hour you were born. ⚫ Every answer must be paid for. My assistant asked it one careless question on a Thursday evening. By Friday he was in a coma, and the little window read: IT IS ALREADY DONE. My father worked out how it collects. It isn't money. It isn't years. It reaches down the shortest line between you and whatever would hurt most - and takes that. Which makes a lonely person almost safe. And me? I have a friend in a hospital bed, a father I haven't forgiven, and a man down at the harbor I've never once let myself want out loud. I'm a very good battery. There are nineteen marks cut around its shell. Two answers have been spent and the number hasn't moved. It isn't counting what it's given. It's counting what it's owed. ⚠️ Slow-burn horror romance. Updates daily. ⚠️ CW: grief, hospitals, parental death, brief body horror.