#Psychological Horror

[horvival]

Clock Tower 3 (2002)

[wastedskins]

Silent Hill 2 Remake, 2024

[fehck]

[stnkiconverse]

you're going to do it, and you're getting away with it. you know that.

Ch.13 - The day before your life officially ends.

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genre: psychological horror (in a way), creepypasta, supernatural thriller (in a way)

pairing: Jeff the Killer x Reader

WC: 1.1k

content warnings: echoes in the static contains scenes and themes that may be disturbing or triggering to some readers, including: graphic violence and murder, mental illness and psychological distress, suicide and self-harm, domestic abuse, cannibalism and strong language.

Reader discretion is advised.

Yes this has to do with Creepypastas. Yes, Creepypastas will pop up and make appearances, it's basically a reader insert into the Creepypasta world.

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The next morning, the manor seems to close in a little tighter than it should.

The walls are closer than they should be; the shadows farther-reaching, silently watching in a silence that feels so much heavier.

You can still feel the thump of the brand against the flesh of your wrist— a reminder that you're bound here, to him, to The Operator.

But still, there is something within you that fights on, a desire to escape gnawing up from the depths until it's all you want to do.

And so, when the darkness is wrapped around the manor, the corridors are quiet, you slip past the heavy door and out into the woods, darting a last glance over your shoulder as you disappear into the trees.

———

In your apartment, familiarity offers a tentative and temporary peace.

You strip the grime of the manor in a long, hot shower; the steam hangs in the air, washing the dirt away but not the memories.

You changed into fresh clothes, hurriedly prepared something to eat, and savored the peace of it while leaning against the counter, the warmth of the food grounding you.

But soon, the static comes in— a rumble, a swarm of bees in the distance.

You try to ignore it, sitting on the floor and leaning against the kitchen cabinets, hoping it would fade.

But the sound is getting closer, too close.

The buzz grows loud, settling into your skull until it’s a white-hot roar.

Your hands fly to your ears, as if you could push the noise out physically, but it’s relentless, like needles burying themselves into every crevice of your brain.

It‘s unbearable: the press of static, the oppressive hush of the apartment. The walls seem to crowd in, your clothes sticking uncomfortably against your skin, and then, just as you were about to lose yourself completely, there's a loud bang on the door.

You hardly notice, clutching at your head as the static grows into a deafening tone that drowns everything else out.

Your body sags, knees digging roughly into the floor. Another knock— terrifyingly loud, relentlessly insistent.

But your vision blurs, and before you can react to it, the static crashes over you like a wave, and everything goes black.

You wake up once more, to the same walls of the manor.

Your exhausted body rests against the cold floor as your eyes haze open to find two figures looming over you.

Hoodie, and Masky.

You're in the manor once more. How? How were you in the manor if you'd just been at your apartment?

“About time," Masky says, expression unreadable as he crosses his arms across his chest. Hoodie remains silent, eyes sharp and calculating from within the shadows of his hood.

"What were you thinking?" Masky snaps, voice low but laced with an unmistakable edge. "Running off like that?"

You sit up slowly, head still throbbing as you press a hand to your temple, deciding to leave the mystery of how you practically got teleported back into the manor for later.

"I needed to get away," you mumble, glancing between them. "Just…needed some air."

Hoodie snorts, crossing his arms. "Air?" He shakes his head.

"You're bound here, whether you like it or not. There are consequences for-"

"Alright, enough," a familiar voice cuts in from behind them.

Jeff bursts in, his usual cocky grin nowhere in sight. He glances coldly at Hoodie and Masky, sending them a look. "Not too much on her," he says firmly.

They glance at Jeff for a moment and then look back at one another, Masky sighs and they both retreat to stand by the door. Jeff waits for them to be out of earshot before turning back to you, the tension in his face relaxing instantly.

He exhales with a loud sigh and pinches his nose bridge before he meets your gaze, concern dancing behind his smirk.

"What the fuck were you thinking, Petal?" he asks, crouching down until you’re eye-to-eye.

"Leaving like that, you had to know the Operator wouldn't just let you walk away."

You fidget, lowering your eyes as shame starts seeping in. You fiddle with that one stray thread on your sleeve. "I just- needed a moment. It’s just…here, every breath is monitored."

Jeff chuckles mirthlessly. "Okay, well, that’s life here. But you should know better that you don't have to go through it alone."

In that moment, his arrogance and sarcasm were swallowed up by the raw sincerity in the depths of his gaze, catching you off guard.

"You're one of us now," his voice slipped into a deeper register. "And whether you like it or not, it means you have people looking out for you—me included."

His eyes burn with intensity, making your heart pound against your ribs, and the speed of your pulse begins to speed up.

You hardly felt the distance between the two of you vanish, leaving his face mere inches away from yours, his breath, warm against your skin.

There's a moment of stillness where the air between you two weighs heavy with something unsaid.

Then, in what seems like slow motion, he leans forward and his dry, chapped lips brush against yours.

It's a brief, small, almost tentative touch that, even if brief, makes your head spin.

When he pulls back, his eyes are still fixed on you, as if measuring your reaction, and a smirking little smile at the corner of his mouth. "Don't look so surprised, Petal," he breathes. "You didn't think I would go soft on you, did you?"

You laugh, rolling your eyes, but a warmth fills your chest that didn't exist before.

He stands up and, with one hand, helps you to your feet; as you steady yourself, he puts a light hand on the small of your back and guides you to ‘your’ room.

"Listen," he says as the two of you continue down the hallway, his voice suddenly subdued, "the others are going to be back soon. They’ve been over at Trender's place- giving you space for your ‘introduction’ and ‘Training’ or whatever. But I don't want them to come back and find you unprepared. Got it?"

You nod cluelessly, having no idea who 'the others' are.

The gravity of what he said dawns on you. Even joking, there is something too serious about his manner to ignore.

As you walk into your room, he's stands in the doorway, your back facing him, his gaze his gaze on the back of your head, his hand on the handle. "Just…try not to make a habit of running off."

Then, before you can say anything, he gently grabs your wrist, turning you around, and he leans down and places a lingering kiss on your temple; his warm breath tickles your skin. And one last smirk, he’s gone, leaving you with this strange warmth in your chest as his words reverberate inside your head.

Tomorrow is your last test. Tomorrow will decide whether you stay alive or not.

This is just a dumb little filler chapter lol, I promise the next chapter is better :33

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Eastern Mind: The Lost Souls of Tong Nou (1994)

Eastern Mind: The Lost Souls of Tong Nou is an unnerving 1994 point-and-click adventure game by Japanese artist Osamu Sato.

Rin wakes up to find that his soul has been stolen by a living island known as Tong-Nou. In his quest to restore his soul, he reincarnates as several different creatures, fulfilling their respective lives.

[yugen001]

TW‼️ Jimmy/Disturbing Imagery/Fake body

I COLORED IT 🎉

i think so normally about this game

[esotericbadbitch]

Me when… me when… the identity is horror. Who are you? Can you be replicated? Is that replication you? If someone looks just like you, acts like you and is interpreted by others as you, are they you? Do your thoughts count for anything? If everything you actually think stays in your head and never comes out then you die do people grieve you? Do you respond to your name or to any name?

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[becomingvecna]

[horvival]

Outlast (2013)

[wastedskins]

Silent Hill 4 The Room, 2004

[dunzella]

Yandere! Childhood Friend

♥︎ Yandere! Childhood Friend whose stuck in a fantasy world. A delusion so deep, so all-consuming, that it has swallowed you whole.

You don't know how long you been here, Reality and fantasy have blurred together, days melting into weeks, weeks stretching into years. It's been so long, at first, you thought it was just a visit. A nostalgic trip back to your childhood home, back to him. You hadn’t seen him in years; not since you moved away. He looked the same, sounded the same, just… older.

The moment you stepped through the door, he hugged you so tight your ribs ached.

"Missed you so much," he murmured glad to have you back in his arms for the 100th or 1000th time? he lost count again. "It’s been forever."

But that was a lie, it hasn't been forever.

It had been a few days.

Then a few weeks.

Then a few years.

★ Yandere! Childhood Friend who never moved on after you left. Something inside him broke the day you moved away, snapping under the weight of loneliness and grief. He never made new friends. He never let go. He only waited.

✿ Yandere! Childhood Friend lost his parents soon after. They tried to get him help, but he didn’t want help. He wanted you. And when they tried to take him away from the house, your house, his house, he made sure they never left.

♥︎ Yandere! Childhood Friend who never stopped loving you. You were his first and only friend, his first love. And now you’re his only everything.

★ Yandere! Childhood Friend whose house is frozen in time rotting slowly. The walls still had old crayon drawings. The kitchen still smelled like your favorite snacks. Child like drawing littered the whole place. Nothing changed.

Nothing except you.

"I’m not really hungry."

The words barely left your lips before his body stiffened, grip tightening around the knife in his hands. The kitchen went silent. Too silent. His eyes once warm, once bright were empty. Cold.

Then he smiled.

"Rule number one," he whispered, "everyone must play."

✿ Yandere! Childhood Friend clings to your childhood games like a lifeline. Make-believe, dress-up, tea parties, it’s all second nature to him. He hums the same songs, says the same lines. His movements are practiced, rehearsed.

♥︎ Yandere! Childhood Friend who still plays house. He sets the table like he used to. He hands you a plastic teacup, expecting you to take it. If you refuse, his fingers twitch, his smile falters, just for a second, before he laughs.

"You’re so silly!" he coos, nudging it closer. "You always loved tea parties, remember?"

★ Yandere! Childhood Friend when he plays ‘house’ now, it’s different. He kissed your shoulders, your neck, your skin, sick with need, sighing out your name like a prayer. Holding your hands above your head as he fucked you into the mattress, chanting, groaning, crying. "Mine. Mine. Mine."

✿ Yandere! Childhood Friend who silenced your sobs with sloppy, desperate kisses. Tears blurred your vision. Your body trembled. Your mind screamed. This was torture.

But he didn’t feel bad. Because this was all part of the game.

And you have to play.

♥︎ Yandere! Childhood Friend who remembers every round. Every argument. Every escape attempt. Every death. But he never acknowledges it. He pretends it’s all brand new, because if he breaks character, if he lets reality sink in, the illusion will shatter.

And he can’t let that happen.

★ Yandere! Childhood Friend who tries to convince you to stay, the thirtieth time you learned the truth, you found his journal under the bed. Pages upon pages detailing each cycle. You always run away, always forget, always come back

Run away, forget, come back.

Run away, forget, come back.

The twentieth time, you jumped from the second-story window.

The fiftieth time, he held your hand and jumped with you. Laughing as if it were just another game

And then, It all started over.

✿ Yandere! Childhood Friend wishes that maybe this time, this round, you won’t try to leave. That maybe this time, you’ll stay. So he doesn't have to play afraid that you'll run away, perhaps he gets to finish the game.

♥︎ Yandere! Childhood Friend who doesn’t understand why you keep trying to leave. "We have everything here!" His voice cracks, frustration bleeding through his cheerful tone. "You don’t have to work. We have money. No bills. No depressing jobs."

"You think the outside world is better?" He scoffs, shaking his head. "You think you’re missing out on something?" His hands clench into fists, and for the first time in a long time, he drops the act completely.

He sees it in your eyes. The panic. The realization.

The way your breath hitches. The way your fingers tremble.

And his heart clenches when you whisper, "I need to leave."

You always say that.

And he always stops you.

His fingers dug into your wrists. "Why do you keep trying to ruin it?"

His voice softens, turns almost pleading. "Here, anything is possible."

★ Yandere! Childhood Friend watches as you break coming to the realization this isn't the first time you did this. You screamed. You shook. You begged to leave. But he doesn’t let you.

✿ Yandere! Childhood Friend who hugs you tight, whispering sweet comforts, rocking you back and forth. His voice holds nothing malicious just pure innocent adoration.

"It’s okay. It’s okay. We don’t have to fight anymore."

♥︎ Yandere! Childhood Friend loving holds out his hand for you to take, saying how he'll always be here for you, you have everything you need here, everything here is unchanged, he will never change.

★ Yandere! Childhood Friend who beams when you finally give in, when you stop fighting and let him lead you back into his twisted, frozen world, his whole face lights up.

✿ Yandere! Childhood Friend who played every game that comes to mind, from pillow fights to hide and seek. Running through the house like children, untouched by time.

He hugs you tight happy, For the first time in years, you aren’t fighting him. After hundreds of rounds, he can love you without resistance.

And so, the game ends the way it always should have.

He drinks poison.

You slit your wrists.

And as the world dims, he cups your face, thumb tracing the curve of your cheek, green eyes filled with childlike wonder.

For a moment, he sees it, the two of you as kids.

"I'm sleepy now.." you murmur, voice slurred, eyes heavy. which made Yandere! Childhood Friend smile gently before nodding, "Okay," he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Let’s go to sleep."

The lights flicker out.

~

Dream. Just dream.

Dream of everything you’ve lost. Dream of everything you were meant to be.

Dream of the places you’ll never see.

Because when the sun rises, the grave will yawn open, and time will wake from its slumber.

But not yet.

For now, sleep. Let the night wrap around you, soft and endless. Let the dream stretch on, unbroken.

Because in his arms, time is still.

In his arms, you will never leave.

The first thing you hear when you wake is his voice.

"Missed you so much." he murmurs, hugging you tight.

"It’s been forever."

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