Psychological Horror Novels & Stories

My heart was still racing as I shut all of the drapes and sat huddled in the armchair in the corner of the living room, furthest away from the garden doors. But trying to read now was futile. I just kept looking up at the doors and pricking my ears for any sounds in the house. Even though I grew up knowing vampires had their home deep within the forest, I never felt scared being home alone until tonight. Perhaps I was just feeling paranoid, because even though it’s been almost three weeks, thoughts of him still came into my mind. But they were no longer out of curiosity, it had become more like a horror film, when you know there’s a killer lurking nearby, but you never know when he’s about t

In a nice voice I reply “Just had the scariest nightmare of my life. Why are you awake at 2 in the morning?” If I had of called anyone else, they would have ripped my head off for calling at such an ungodly hour. “Oh, you poor baby, its okay it was just a nightmare.” She purrs. There’s a short pause before she says “Aaron is over and we are watching horror movies, my

The deafening silence only intensifies my fear, leaving me with a sinking feeling that something truly horrific has occurred. I took my step after standing paralyzed for so long, one step at a time, slowly. And as my feet move, the scene before my eyes gets much more horrifying. The furniture is overturned, the walls are splattered with blood, and a chilling breeze sends shivers down my spine. My heart races as I realize that I am not alone in this house, and the unknown presence lurking in the shadows only fuels my terror.

Anxiety gripped my heart, and I knew something was amiss. As I closed my eyes, my mind was consumed by a torrent of nightmares, each more horrifying than the last. I found myself trapped in a labyrinth of twisted corridors, where the walls whispered secrets and the floor seemed to shift beneath my feet. I stumbled through the darkness, a sense of impending danger haunting my every step. Shapes distorted and twisted, morphing into grotesque creatures that lurked in the shadows. Their glowing eyes bore into my soul, filling me with an unyielding dread. I tried to scream, but my voice was stolen by the suffocating darkness that enveloped me.

The fear rose within her like a tidal wave, threatening to consume her completely. The mood in the room was suffocating, a heavy blanket of dread that pressed down upon her. The silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of her racing heartbeat. It seemed as though time itself had slowed down, stretching each moment into an eternity of terror. Every sound, no matter how small, intensified her fear. The faint rustling of leaves outside the window sent shivers down her spine, as if a thousand unseen eyes were watching her every move. Fear distorting reality and blurring the line between fantasy and nightmare.

He notices things, remembers things and Pays attention in a way most people don’t anymore. And maybe that should terrify me more than it currently does. Because this? This is dangerously close to those obsessive men from psychological thrillers I usually binge watch at three in the morning while eating ramen in bed. It’s so very Joe coded with the exception of murder of course, being bound to a basement and of him hating women with a bunch load of childhood psychological trauma. Shit! That sounds wrong. No, not just wrong but actually insane. But fuck! I can’t even fully pretend I’m not into this dark side of him. I mean some deeply sick twisted part of me likes being watched this closely by

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.

Made my heart almost jump from its place and my eyes wide open looking at the door. The monster came back. He seemed to clean his face from the nasty blood but his face was still the same. It terrified me. “Oh, Eva baby, you woke up already.” His tone was calm and soft. But I know he was nothing about those two. It was just another calm before the storm. And I didn’t know if I can make it through the storm today. I am tired and in a position where I could no longer defend myself. Except for one thing. I can distract him and buy some time for Alex to come here and take me somewhere else where I could at least feel safe.

“Why do you think that is?” “It’s obvious. The locals grew up hearing all the spooky stories about this house, had it drilled into their brains this is one of the most haunted spots in the city.” “Power of suggestion?” Brad spread his hands and shrugged. “I’m just saying it’s at least psychologically possible that being fed a steady diet of those kinds of tales could . . . color one’s perception. Have you jumping at shadows and reading sinister intentions into the most mundane occurrences. I don’t think it’s inconceivable it could even foster a need to create circumstances that would lend credence to the stories.”

‘Believe me you don’t. ‘What are you going to do.’ ‘I am going to kill you, simple as that.’ He stared at me without blinking. For the first time in my life, I was petrified of him. He looked like he meant what he said. He slowly walked towards me, like he always did whenever he wanted to make love to me. This time, it was a little different. He looked like he was about to hurt me. I slowly reversed but he caught me. He grabbed hold of my neck and pressed me against the wall.