#psychological

Delve into the unsettling world of psychological horror, where the best mind-bending tales unravel. Expect gripping narratives that explore fear, paranoia, and the dark corners of the human psyche.

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Be My Witness.

zombieballer

in #creepypasta • 2 years ago

This story is about a young guy named Finn who lived and survived in a dark thick forest where snow fell often and anything that could move was still and frozen. Finn was ice fishing with his regular gear, near a hut he had found which was made from tree bark and vines growing over a structure formed from ice. He smiled as he reeled in a large catch, and he began to dance. However he slipped on the ice and hit his head on a rock. Looking around for any witnesses of his embarrassment, he saw…

5 min 5 min 3.6 0 0

Diplopia

fredkramer2125

in #thriller • 2 years ago

“How the hell am I supposed to memorize all of this?” I texted my girlfriend. Century-old floorboards creaked beneath me as I paced back and forth nervously. “It’s gonna be fine,” she responded. “You got this.”

35 min 35 min 2 0

The Hanging Tree

Johnwestrick

in #horror • 2 years ago

The ball streaked towards little Jimmy Hanson, covering the distance uncomfortably fast. The scrawny boy two sizes too small with the aviator glasses, cringed out of the way. It landed directly where he had been standing, and like that the game ended. “Damnit Jimmy, you're supposed to catch the ball not hide from it!” a fat kid with a glove on one hand cried.

16 min 16 min 4.9 5 2

Post Operation Excerpt: "The Pine Spider"

Dusty

in #creepypasta • 2 years ago

It took me longer than it should have to realize one simple truth: humanity has a blind spot, and hiding in it are living nightmares.

13 min 13 min 4.3 2 2

The House on Jackson Street

Johnwestrick

in #creepypasta • 2 years ago

I used to walk with her, now I walk alone. We used to marvel at the beautiful houses together, now I look down at my feet. Each home we pass, a grain of salt in the wound, each house a reminder of what I lost. Even though it hurts, I still find myself continuing our walks. Sometimes pain is good. It reminds us that we are still living. I’d rather feel the pain of her passing, than not feel her at all.