Psychological Horror Thriller

It was no secret that journalist Jack Sparks had been researching the occult for his new book. No stranger to controversy, he'd already triggered a furious Twitter storm by mocking an exorcism he witnessed. Then there was that video: 40 seconds of chilling footage that Jack repeatedly claimed was not of his making, yet it was posted from his own YouTube account. Nobody knew what happened to Jack in the days that followed - until now.

Every so often a character so captures the hearts and imaginations of listeners that he seems to take on a life of his own long after the final chapter. For such a character, one book is not enough—listeners must know what happens next. Now Dean Koontz returns with the novel his fans have been demanding. With the emotional power and sheer storytelling artistry that are his trademarks, Koontz takes up once more the story of a unique young hero and an eccentric little town in a tale that is equal parts suspense and terror, adventure and mystery—and altogether irresistibly odd.

The neighbors all whisper about the two sisters who live on the hill: It's Blanche Hudson who lives in that house, you know. The Blanche Hudson, who starred in big Hollywood films all those years ago. Such a shame her career ended so early, all because of that accident. They say it was her sister, Jane, who did it - that she crashed the car because she was drunk. They say that's why she looks after Blanche now, because of the guilt. That's what they say, at least.

Some scars don’t heal. Some stories don’t end. And some secrets—when dug up—don’t stay buried. Houston, 1978. Four brothers break open a rusted lockbox in the sweltering bayou and find a hand-drawn map, a brass key, and a warning in a vanished boy’s shaky script: “If you’re reading this, it’s already too late.” What begins as a dare drags them through flooded ghost towns, haunted cellar doors, and tunnels that breathe with memory and rot. The deeper they follow the trail of a long-lost journal, the louder the bayou whispers—of guilt, of silence, and of something older ...

Greetings. There is a body buried on your property, covered in your blood. The unfortunate young lady's name is Rita Jones. In her jeans pocket you'll find a slip of paper with a phone number on it. Call that number. If I have not heard from you by 8:00 P.M., the police will receive an anonymous call. I'll tell them where Rita Jones is buried on your property, how you killed her, and where the murder weapon can be found in your house. (I do believe a paring knife is missing from your kitchen.)

What if the real horror isn’t what you see—but what you remember? From debut author Scott Oscar comes Neural Static, a collection of six unsettling stories that dig deep into the fault lines of memory, perception, and the creeping sense that something isn’t quite right. These aren’t your typical ghosts. These are the echoes that follow you home, the whispers caught in broken recordings, the distortions that grow louder the more you try to ignore them. In these chilling tales: A grieving son is drawn into a decades-old list of haunted mirrors with deadly, shifting reflections. A ...

Filmmaker Tessa Shepherd helped free a man she believed was wrongly imprisoned for murder. When he kills again, Tessa’s life is upended. She’s reeling with guilt, her reputation destroyed. Worse, Tessa’s mother has unexpectedly passed away, and her sister, Margot, turns on her after tensions from their past escalate. Hounded by a bullying press, Tessa needs an escape. That’s when she learns of a strange inheritance bequeathed by her mother: a derelict and isolated estate known as Fallbrook. It seems like the perfect refuge.

Jimmy Tock comes into the world on the very night his grandfather leaves it. As a violent storm rages outside the hospital, Rudy Tock spends long hours walking the corridors between the expectant fathers' waiting room and his dying father's bedside. It's a strange vigil made all the stranger when, at the very height of the storm's fury, Josef Tock suddenly sits up in bed and speaks coherently for the frist and last time since his stroke. What he says before he dies is that there will be five dark days in the life of his grandson.

UPDATE: On May 6th, I published the Second Edition with a new ending. Please check that the book you buy states Second Edition on the Copyright page. Speed Kills The Learjet spirals out of control, then crashes into the Pacific. Onboard, Celerity, young, rich, and the world's most famous female athlete. The world is stunned. Recordings are discovered—a diary of her rapid rise to fame and fortune—her secrets revealed one by one. Celerity usually comes in second at UCLA track—the first loser, her coach would say. But she is encouraged by her father, a botanist, her only parent. Then he ...

For two years, Justice Turnbull has paced his room at Halo Valley Security Hospital, planning to escape. Justice has a mission - one that began with a vicious murder two decades ago. And there are so many others who must be sent back to the hell that spawned them. Laura Adderley didn’t plan to get pregnant by her soon-to-be ex-husband, though she’ll do anything to protect her baby. But now reporter Harrison Frost is asking questions about the mysterious group of women who live at Siren Song lodge. Harrison hasn’t figured out Laura’s connection to the story yet.

A writer in California. A doctor in Boston. A motel owner and his employee in Nevada. A priest in Chicago. A robber in New York. A little girl in Las Vegas. They’re a handful of people from across the country, living through eerie variations of the same nightmare.

Something Watched the Baby Monitor by G.J. Fene When Marlene Grace moved into her quiet suburban home with her newborn daughter, she thought the scariest thing she’d face would be sleepless nights and teething pain. But then the baby monitor began whispering. At first, it was just faint static. A rhythm. A hum. Then words—spoken in no language Marlene knew. Then Leah, her six-month-old daughter, began humming it back. As strange lights flicker outside the nursery window and scorched circles appear in the lawn, Marlene begins to realize: the monitor isn’t picking up interference. ...

"They say that serial killers secretly desire to be caught. That is not my truth, for I am driven by righteousness." In this riveting dark trilogy, the boundaries between reality and madness blur, plunging readers into a visceral journey through the minds of society’s most depraved individuals. Each story unravels a sinister tapestry, stitched together by the crimes of those whose acts transcend evil. Harbinger of Souls opens the trilogy with a disturbing prophecy—the harbinger of lost souls. In Shadows of Whitechapel, history's most infamous serial killer, is revived through vivid ...

Dark Corners – A Psychological Horror by Donna Burgess In the dim confines of his apartment, John Crane is haunted by more than just memories. Following the early death of his beloved wife, Linda, John’s life spirals into a nightmarish descent of paranoia and fear. 😨 📌 Post-It notes appear—written in his own handwriting, but he has no recollection of writing them. 👁️ Whispers echo from the walls, voices that shouldn't exist. 👤 Shadows move with an unsettling awareness, creeping ever closer. As John struggles to hold onto his sanity, he uncovers a chilling connection ...

Eight-year-old Joon has no time to grieve her parents’ sudden death. Ripped from the security of a loving family, she endures horrific abuse in a system intended to protect her. After four years of torture and her foster brother’s attempt to steal her innocence, she runs away to Philadelphia’s poverty-stricken streets. Coming of age while homeless, Joon must fight just to stay alive. Despite the danger and desperation that surrounds her, she clings to her dream of offering the world something positive. But kind acts don’t put food in her belly as she searches for love and a place to call home.

In an abandoned mansion at the heart of Barcelona, a young man, David Martin, makes his living by writing sensationalist novels under a pseudonym. The survivor of a troubled childhood, he has taken refuge in the world of books and spends his nights spinning baroque tales about the city's underworld. But perhaps his dark imaginings are not as strange as they seem, for in a locked room deep within the house lie photographs and letters hinting at the mysterious death of the previous owner.

Gordon's name was a joke. It was given to him by Anthony Zola, a controlling, and abusive father, to taunt his wife over her love of cheese, and the fact that she had been steadily gaining weight since their marriage. Andrea was a doting mother, and maybe a little overprotective of her boy, but she didn't see that as a bad thing. On discovering a secret, one the child had been told to keep to himself, everything changes. Now she must do whatever she needs to keep her, and her boy, alive. Needs must.

In a cottage overlooking the windswept Maine coast, Wilder Harlow has begun the last book he will ever write. It is the story about the sun-drenched summer days of his youth in Whistler Bay, and the blood-stained path of the killer that stalked his small vacation town. About the terrible secret he and his companions, Nat and Harper, discovered entombed in the coves off the bay. And how the pact they swore that day echoed down the decades, forever shaping their lives.

Just your average father-son story. But with abduction, torture, and murder. Out of nowhere, a retired 60-year old handyman goes on a murder-spree, abducting healthy young people and torturing them with hand-tools. After he's caught, a media fascination in The Handyman swells. People want to know why he snapped. They want to hear all the grisly details. But he'll only tell his gruesome story to one person - his estranged son.

My name is Jack Steen, and for those who arrive on my death ward at the asylum, I'm the last face many will see before they die. I am the night nurse at the Asylum for the Criminally Insane. Most of my patients are serial killers and mass murderers, and they know me as the Angel of Death. When they come onto my floor, I offer a deal: tell me their story. Their "untold" story that hasn't been read about in the news, sensationalized by media, or cataloged in a ridiculous number of academic papers.