Psychological Horror Novels Novels & Stories

"He's one of the most infamous, but compared to some of the other men in that book, and women, he was child's play." "I didn't think you'd be interested in something like this." "It's basic psychology, Comrade. We're interested in the macabre and gruesome." She explained. "It's why horror sells, things like bloody video games exist because of it, and, of course, violence. We're fascinated by it. I'm going to guess when you picked up that book, you were hesitant to open it and find what was inside, but you did anyway, and you were drawn in."

See? This was such a beautifully yet tear-jerking novel I have ever successfully crafted an idea with, a few months ago. But after I have encountered all the horrible occurrences for the past months, I came back to work and turned this sad and romantic novel into a mystery and horror novel, which made all my work colleagues and supervisor absolutely petrified. They have no idea that I was even more shocked and horrified when I have suddenly realized that my novel had suddenly become so dark and twisted. It was beautifully written, like a psychopath has written a novel for the very first time.

• 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)

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.

"I will kill all the members of your family if you do not offer yourself to me. I will bring you to the situation when you will intentionally come to me and plead to save your family members by offering yourself to me." Amara walked helpless towards the haunted mansion. She felt numb and lifeless for the happenings around her. The words of the sage begin to ring in her ears. "It will be the dark night without the moon, the onset of heavy storm and the shrill howls of dogs. There will be an unfathomable clamor present in the atmosphere, the unwelcoming cries of the eagles and the uproar of tumult yowls from everywhere around will be the indication to alert you it was the one and only day in y

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.

Who was going to attack me on my own turf? If they did, they'd face retaliation from the dungeon itself! The entire way there, no one saw a single soul, and we only started seeing signs of life when we came closer to the village. When we saw the villagers, however, Anna couldn't help but screech, "These aren't villagers, they're all monsters!" In the past, the villagers in my dungeon did look like humans through and through. However, as a result, they didn't seem scary at all, and didn't feel comfortable with human skin, either.

"I want to ask you a question and I expect you to be honest. I've been watching you and your best friend for a while. I have to admit I was shocked when I realized you just steal keys for the sake of it. You don't use them. You just wanna mess with people's lives, huh? Do you know how that affects them. You may think it's just keys but losing a batch of keys can ruin a person's life but you don't care about that, do you?" Liana looked away. She'd always warned Gina that her obsession would cause them trouble. Gina's love for keys was normal in the beginning. She bought and collected them and it was fun. Then one day, Gina had seen a woman holding a very unique and beautiful set of keys. She'

“My story is about the room where I lived alone for the first time… Hostel Room No. 11.” She took a deep breath. “At first, everything was normal. But on the third day, I began to feel that someone was inside my room. The door would shut… then open by itself. At night, whenever I lay down to sleep, I could always see someone in the window glass — standing right behind me.” Some students blinked, afraid to look away. Neha’s voice lowered. “I thought it was just my imagination. But every night, at the exact same time — 2:33 a.m. —