Psychological Horror Fiction Novels & Stories

' Alice held her breath, but all she could hear was the thudding of her own heart. "Please say something. Hello?" Alice whimpered. She pictured Felix standing there in the blackness, wearing that same awful smile he always graced her with. Then, as fear poked its bony fingers into the back of her mind, she started to picture other things. Serial killers in masks. Monsters. Every protagonist of every horror film she'd ever watched. Was he doing this on purpose to torment her or was it simply the fear driving her mad? "Please... if you're there... just... please... please..."

The estate was eerily still now that the exhausting, nocturnal rituals had finally concluded, but the silence outside only made the cacophony inside her own head louder. The terror hadn't just arrived; it had planted roots. It burrowed deep into the marrow of her bones until it dictated every breath she took, every heartbeat she endured. She was entirely consumed by it. Every minor somatic shift—a sudden flutter in her gut, a sharp tightening of her muscles—sent her thoughts spiraling into a frantic, chaotic race. Was it merely a physical manifestation of her shattered nerves? Was it just hunger? Or was it the horrific reality of a foreign entity multiplying inside her—a life she had never i

Psycho is where it started, where the slasher genre itself started, and where this article has to end as well, she typed. As she saved the full draft, a familiar message tone chimed from her chat application. She smiled, knowing who waited on the other side of the conversation, the same as every other night. Oliver: What is the horror movie tonight? Sidney: How do you know I’m watching a horror movie, stalker? Oliver: You watch horror every night. Besides, I hacked your webcam. Sidney: LOL! Like what you see? Oliver: Always, beautiful. Sidney smiled and bit her index finger between her teeth.

"In the darkest hours of the night, when you least expect it, my presence will seep into your consciousness like a vile contagion. The specter of your wrongdoing will become a malevolent poltergeist, tearing at the fragile threads of your sanity." The room became a chamber of horrors, a stage set for a grotesque play of vengeance. Shadows danced upon the walls, whispering their secrets of torment and despair. The air turned fetid, tinged with the stench of impending doom, as my threat enveloped the very essence of Leo's being, clawing its way into the recesses of his mind.

And after I had calmed down a little, I could see her terrified body and petrified eyes looking at me. I wanted to her and tell her it's ok. To cover her eyes and comfort her. But i knew what she was afraid of wasn't the pool of blood or the many dead bodies surrounding me, but it was me. She was..afraid of me. And i could understand. Who wouldn't be. A psychic like me. But maybe deep down, i thought she would react differently. Guess i was wrong. But as she pointed the gun towards me, i couldn't help but feel regret. Not because i had shown her my mental side, but i had scared her. To the point she wanted me dead.