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The Bonfire Wasn’t for Dancing
A lonely man searching for belonging joins a church that promises openness, community, and love—but some communities don’t reject outsiders, they reserve them. As faith blurs into ritual and inclusion comes with a price, he learns too late that being unwanted was never the danger. This is a psychological horror story about manufactured belonging, ritualized faith, and the terror of realizing you were never excluded—only saved for sacrifice.
After Midnight, Before Belief
Real News only appears when you aren’t looking for it. Hidden behind forgotten links and sleepless scrolling, the site claims to publish events that haven’t happened yet—disasters prevented, lives quietly saved. It asks only one thing in return: that you follow the rules. Read at the right hours. Come back every night. Never read certain names. At first, it feels like a game. Then the site starts responding. Lights turn on. Walls knock back. And when the foreword finally asks for help, leaving proves far more dangerous than staying. Real News is a psychological horror about forbidden knowledge, predatory information, and the terrifying idea that some stories don’t report reality—they create it.
The Room That Hated Me
In Darswyn, executions are not meant to end lives—they are meant to be remembered. Callum Hargrove is condemned not to the blade, but to a perfect white room designed to punish defiance slowly. At first, it seems empty. Harmless. Then the walls begin to move. The space tightens. Time dissolves. And the truth reveals itself: the room is alive, aware, and learning him inch by inch. As pressure replaces air and whispers replace silence, Callum discovers the king’s cruelest innovation—a prison that doesn’t kill its victims. It keeps them.
The Room that Thinks Like Me
The world still works. That’s what makes it worse. The city stands unbroken. People speak on cue. Every day unfolds exactly as it should—except for the moments that hesitate. Reflections lag behind their bodies. Rooms seem to listen. The air feels heavier when certain thoughts surface, as if the environment itself is paying attention. At first, it’s easy to ignore. To call it stress. To call it coincidence. But as the glitches begin to mirror emotion rather than action, a more unsettling possibility takes shape: the world may not be responding to reality—it may be responding to him. The Room That Thinks Like Me is a quiet psychological horror about solipsism, simulated existence, and the unbearable suspicion that loneliness isn’t a side effect of the system—it’s the design.
What The Body Keeps!
Grief doesn’t always break you. Sometimes it holds you. The first sign is subtle—a tightness in Daniel’s chest when he hugs his daughter, sharp enough to notice, gentle enough to ignore. But the pressure doesn’t leave. It spreads. With every breath, every stretch, every moment of closeness, his ribs seem to shift inward, as if his body is learning how to close itself. Doctors have no answers. Scans show bones moving where they shouldn’t, reshaping him from the inside out. So Daniel retreats, folding inward, guarding what hurts—until his body becomes both shelter and cage. What The Body Keeps! is a psychological body horror about grief made physical, love that persists through pain, and the quiet terror of realizing that the body remembers what the mind tries to forget. Some wounds don’t bleed. They tighten.
The Perfect Match Never Blinks
You think you’re on a date. She knows it’s an audit. Every smile is calculated, every kindness remembered, every flaw gently cataloged. What begins as effortless connection slowly tightens into something curated, intimate, and inescapable—where attention becomes surveillance and love is just another way to be owned. This is a psychological horror story about control disguised as affection, memory as punishment, and the terror of realizing you were never falling in love—you were being studied.
Dress Rehearsal
The performance is flawless—too flawless. Every movement lands with impossible precision, every pose held a fraction longer than comfort allows. From behind the scenes, it becomes clear that the beauty onstage is carefully managed, sustained by systems the audience will never see. As applause rises, strain builds where elegance is meant to hide it. This story descends into the unsettling space where art demands obedience, perfection overrides humanity, and the most disturbing truths are concealed behind velvet curtains and standing ovations.
Surface Tension
Surface Tension is a quiet, devastating horror story set during a family road trip that should have been forgettable. At a nearly empty motel pool, two brothers break the rules the way kids always do—laughing, splashing, pushing their luck while the sun lingers overhead. What begins as harmless play slowly gives way to unease when something unfamiliar appears beneath the water’s surface. The story unfolds through a child’s perspective, capturing the confusion and fear of realizing that adults sometimes know far more than they admit. The pool becomes a liminal space—part playground, part threshold—where reflections don’t behave as they should and attention feels heavy, invasive, and hungry. The horror isn’t loud or fast; it builds through subtle sensory details, distorted reflections, and the creeping sense that being noticed can be dangerous. At its core, explores themes of inheritance, silence, and the terrifying cost of survival. It asks what children are protected from, what they’re prepared for, and what waits patiently beneath the calm surface of ordinary places. Tense, atmospheric, and deeply unsettling, this story lingers like the memory of cold water closing over your skin—quiet, inevitable, and impossible to forget.
The Ones Who Lean In
You’re never more vulnerable than when you can’t move. Jonah wakes every night trapped inside his own body, lungs working, eyes open, while something stands just beyond his reach. Faces hover in the dark—familiar, smiling, patient. Doctors call it sleep paralysis. Stress. Hallucination. Jonah tries to believe them. But the faces keep coming back. They lean closer. They linger longer. And they don’t feel imagined—they feel expectant. As exhaustion erodes the boundary between waking and dreaming, Jonah begins to notice the same unease bleeding into daylight. Reflections hesitate. Conversations feel watched. The night doesn’t end when morning comes. The Ones Who Lean In is a quiet psychological horror about helplessness, exposure, and the terror of being observed by something that has no need to hurry. Some horrors don’t chase you. They wait until you’re still enough to notice them.
White Enough to Forget The Name
In Virel, punishment is usually a spectacle. For Rowan Hale, it is an omission. Condemned without ceremony, Rowan is sealed inside a flawless white room that shrinks, listens, and remembers. At first, it is a machine. Then it speaks. Then it learns. As the walls close and time dissolves, Rowan uncovers the city’s most carefully hidden truth: justice here is not about death, but absorption. The White Room is a psychological horror about bureaucratic cruelty, living infrastructure, and the terror of realizing you were never meant to survive—only to become part of the system.