Biswajit Das
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The Uninvited Guest
Jake, decided to spend the evening at their cabin in the woods. They had been looking forward to this getaway for weeks—an escape from the chaos of city life. The cabin was secluded, surrounded by tall trees that blocked out most of the moonlight, making the night feel darker than usual.
By Biswajit Das10 months ago in Horror
The Shadows Beneath the Floorboards
the faded wallpaper, and the lingering smell of years gone by that made her feel connected to the past. So when she found a listing for a secluded Victorian home in the country, she didn’t hesitate to buy it. The price was too good to pass up, and the house was exactly what she had been looking for—spacious, with high ceilings and plenty of room for her to renovate.
By Biswajit Das10 months ago in Horror
The Lantern in the Woods
she had spent hours hiking its winding trails, playing by the streams, and exploring the secluded parts of the land where few ventured. As an adult, the forest still called to her, a peaceful place to clear her mind and escape from the noise of daily life.
By Biswajit Das10 months ago in Horror
The Mirror's Reflection
—dilapidated, yet somehow still standing strong amidst the overgrown ivy and decaying wood. Her heart raced as she walked through the massive front doors, greeted by the smell of dust and something… older. The kind of scent that clung to things forgotten, to secrets buried in time.
By Biswajit Das10 months ago in Horror
The Haunting of Ashford Manor
Ashford Manor has always been a subject of local legends. His towering stone walls and Epheus windows embedded in the hills of the sleepy village of Briarwood seemed to have seen the city with a sense of calm prediction. The Manor House was abandoned for decades, and the once large hall became hollow with forgotten memories. Villagers whispered the story - there was also a language of treasure hidden deep within the walls, but others claimed that the curse had hit the property long ago.
By Biswajit Das10 months ago in Horror
The Haunting of Ashford House
At the edge of the city was an old house known as the Ashford House, which was weathered by itself. His windows looked deep, like dark, free eyes. For years, no one dared to go near me. The native spoke in steaming tones about the strange events that the house had troubled for as long as everyone could remember. The most enduring story was Eleanor Ashford, the woman of the house. She lived there in the early 20th century with her husband Richard. The couple was known for their charity and vain parties, but something creepy towered over them. Neighbors often whispered to the horrifying noises that came out of the house late at night - the noise of the stairs climbing the floor, the soft murmursing, the prominent sounds of crying women.
By Biswajit Das10 months ago in Horror
The Phantom of Cedar Hollow
On the calm hills of the scenery, there was a village. There was a village, where the mist thickened at night, and there was a place where little moonlight was thrust through the trees. Cedar Hollow was known for its beauty as it was called - its thick forests, curved paths, and old cedar trees lined up all the streets. Nevertheless, there was an aura in the way above the village, and a permanent sense of something completely incorrect.
By Biswajit Das10 months ago in Horror
The Nesting
It must be the perfect short vacation - a small shed in the forest far from the noise and chaos of the city. Sarah and Jason, both tired of the constant stress of everyday life, booked the cabin for a weekend full of peace and relaxation. The booking was simple, and the cabin description was fascinating. The rustic hideaway was surrounded by dense forests several miles from its nearest neighbor, with an old stone fireplace and a large window overlooking the quiet lake.
By Biswajit Das10 months ago in Horror
The Whispering Shadows
At the edge of Ashford's small town, there was an old house, a home that everyone could remember. His stone walls collapsed, and the ivy climbed the page with thick complications, pouring windows into the shadows of eternal darkness. The local kids dared to approach each other, but no one ever made it on the broken road that led to the creaking gate or the front door.
By Biswajit Das10 months ago in Horror
