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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.
What Stayed Dead
Grief doesn’t fade—it waits. When the narrator meets Sarah in a room built for mourning, their connection feels like salvation. She understands loss in a way no one else does. And she knows a secret cure for it. A way to undo death itself. At first, the resurrected seem unchanged. Quiet. Devoted. Grateful to be alive. But love without resistance begins to feel wrong, and comfort without choice becomes suffocating. As the narrator watches the dead return—and stay—an unsettling truth surfaces: what comes back is not what was lost, and what stays alive may no longer be free. What Stayed Dead is a tale about grief turned into leverage, love twisted into compliance, and the unbearable realization that some doors should never be reopened—because not everything that dies is meant to come back.
Right Swipe, Wrong Door
A lonely man’s rare connection on a dating app feels genuine, attentive, and painfully affirming—until intimacy turns into interrogation and honesty becomes a trap. Drawn into a home where loneliness is curated and escape is optional only in theory, he learns that some people don’t want love, just proof they were chosen. This is a psychological horror story about consent blurred by desperation, intimacy weaponized as kindness, and the moment loneliness realizes it’s found a permanent home.
The Night Mode
The doorbell camera was meant to make the house feel safe. Every night, it sends the same alert. Motion detected. When the narrator checks the feed, something stands just beyond the porch light—too still, too familiar. The night vision blurs the details, but recognition hits harder than clarity ever could. As winter closes in and the alerts keep coming, reassurance turns into dread. The figure never approaches. Never leaves. It only watches, patient and knowing. The Night Mode is a psychological horror about surveillance, isolation, and the terrifying realization that some threats don’t need to break in. They already know you.
Matched, Then Missing
A dating app match offers the kind of attention that feels rare, effortless, and deeply reassuring—until intimacy begins to feel rehearsed and memory itself starts to fracture. Drawn into a relationship that seems to know her better than it should, a woman discovers that some connections don’t lead forward, but loop endlessly back to the same lonely beginning. This is a psychological horror story about repetition disguised as romance, the terror of being remembered too well, and the price of saying yes to someone who refuses to be alone.
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.
A Proper Host
A police officer comes to the door expecting answers and finds hospitality instead—gentle conversation, practiced kindness, and a home that seems eager to put him at ease. As the visit stretches on, courtesy begins to feel like confinement, and cooperation slips quietly into consent. A Proper Host is a slow-burn psychological horror about the unsettling power of politeness, the trust placed in familiar rituals, and how fear often begins the moment we stop questioning why we feel so comfortable.
Staying Close
Love makes a convincing excuse. After the crash, Lena can’t stop crying. She doesn’t remember what happened—not clearly—and that’s fine. The narrator remembers enough for both of them. Enough to keep her calm. Enough to keep her close. Enough to make the night quieter. As hours pass, Lena’s fear grows sharper, her questions more dangerous. The narrator answers them with reassurance, with restraint, with hands that never mean to hurt. Every decision is framed as protection. Every act of control is called care. And guilt is smoothed over with the certainty that this is what love looks like when it’s necessary. This is a psychological horror about devotion turned delusion, memory reshaped into justification, and the unbearable intimacy of being trapped inside a mind that believes violence is mercy. There are no monsters in the dark—only the quiet terror of someone who truly thinks they’re doing the right thing.
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 Date Night
A long-awaited date night gives way to dread when a trusted babysitter arrives twice—once on time, and once too late. As routines fracture and schedules betray their meaning, a family realizes the danger was never neglect, but precision. Someone is studying households, rehearsing trust, and slipping through the cracks between politeness and instinct. This is a psychological horror story about domestic vulnerability, borrowed identities, and the quiet terror of discovering that safety isn’t broken by chaos—but by someone who follows the rules just a little too well.