Novel & Cerita Psychological Horror Fiction

"Receiving breakfast in bed... entirely handcrafted by the great, ruthless Alpha Varg himself. It's almost touching. A true fairytale. Tell me, does the guilt taste as sweet as the dick he fed your pussy last night?" The psychological whiplash was suffocating. My mind raced, trapped between the memories of the terrifying monster who had bound me in irons last night, the confusingly tender man who had bathed and fed me this morning, and the narcissistic sociopath currently standing over me. The fear built up in my throat like a physical block, thick and paralyzing. I could feel the cold sweat breaking out across my forehead, my wolf whimpering deep inside my soul, utterly suppressed by the to

Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them. Even now the shadows in my room play havoc with my subconscious, so I turn the light on and sleep with one eye open. Also, when my computer starts to go on the fritz just as I write a particularly spooky part of a story, I chuck it up to chance and swallow a little harder before checking to make sure that I have only one shadow. It’s amazing that I still get so scared as an adult. You sure would have thought that for someone who makes a living scaring people, I would know better, right?

The townspeople who had survived his initial assault were now scattered throughout Millbrook, hiding in basements and attics, praying to a God who seemed to have abandoned them to supernatural predation. "He's not hunting randomly," Iris observed, her voice carrying the clinical detachment of someone who had learned to analyze horror in order to survive it. "He's choosing specific victims, drawing out the hunt to maximize the psychological impact. She's not just broken his restraint; she's turned him into an artist of terror."

I could feel the horror rip through her body, the way her breath hitched, the way her pulse throbbed like a frantic bird trapped in a cage. She stared at the lifeless man on the floor, her small hands trembling, her lips parted as if she wanted to scream but didn’t dare. Good girl. She didn’t move. She didn’t run. Because there was nowhere to go. I circled her, unseen, but everywhere. I was the cold press of air against her skin, the whisper of shadows creeping along the walls. She felt me, even if she couldn’t see me. Not fully. Not yet. "Now you see, don’t you?"

Now imagine what you can do to me if I dare argue with you. ‘You know I will never hurt you Billy, I love you.’ ‘Bye Petunia.’ With that, he left. I knew that not only will loneliness and darkness will be my refuge that night, but I was going to be haunted by all of my sins. I lived every day, haunted by the look Naledi gave me before she died, now all I could see was Anna’s wriggling feet, my strong grip on her mouth and the cold eyes I regained consciousness to. The way Billy looked at me didn’t sit well with me. He looked at me with disgust but mostly fear. The guy that I thought to be my everything, feared me. I was a monster like Anna had said. Why else would the person who sent me to k

Her mouth was stretched wide in a horrifying shriek. A wave of pure hatred rolled off her, so cold it burned the air. The chat stirred to life again. [Here we go! Classic jump scare!] [That's one of the manor's most vicious ghosts! It feeds on the players' fear!] [This newbie is toast! She won't even have time to react!] [I can already picture her getting torn to shreds...] But I didn't scream. I didn't run. Of course, my heart condition chose that exact moment to flare up. The pain was so bad I could barely stand.

• Psychological manipulation (gaslighting, mind games, blurred reality) • Dubious consent / non-consensual themes (coercion, power imbalances) • Obsession & possessiveness (stalking, toxic attachment, unhealthy control) • Graphic violence & gore (blood, injury, death, explicit descriptions) • Torture & pain infliction (psychological and physical torment) • Cults & rituals (dark family traditions, blood oaths, disturbing ceremonies) • Abuse & trauma (emotional, physical, sexual abuse) • Murder & death (brutal character deaths)

“I believe you Polly,everything you said about this place is true…its haunted!At first I only felt it,but now… I have seen this evil with my own two eyes!” “Oh God!”Polly gasped.She wasn’t crazy after all.The last five months had been nothing but sheer torture.Even Royce thought she just had a fanciful imagination,but now her own sister had become privy to the manor's supernatural aura. What was this darkness clouding her marital home?What did it want? “I was getting dressed,”Ginny continued.”All of a sudden I felt the room grow cold.I thought I must have left the window open,but when I checked it was closed.The cold seemed to come from everywhere.”

I apologize that this book is really short with less than 30k words in all. I plan to edit it at some point and make it better. I figured that a really long Horror book might be less interesting and would just seem drawn out. I've not read a lot of them but I watch horror movies so I wrote this like I would picture an Horror movie. I appreciate all those who stuck with me and read Reincarnation regardless. Thank you all. After saying this, I would love and appreciate your feedbacks and things to watch out for when I do edit the book. It would be really helpful and appreciated. Bonus scene ideas too would be great. Thanks once again.

I heard both our deathly screams as the car tipped backwards and started to roll off the bridge. It's something that you can't explain to anyone. You can feel the force of gravity take over as it holds you in its grasp and takes you down. I closed my eyes and counted to ten like a story I once heard from my grandmother when I was younger. When you are scared, just count to ten and each number you get to, you think of a happy moment in your life. I was willing to do anything at this point to stop this fear I had pounding inside of me as I took quick and fast breaths.