Habibullah. Shoukat Ali
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There’s a Man Standing in My Backyard. He Hasn’t Moved in Three Days
It started Sunday morning. I was drinking coffee in the kitchen, half-awake, looking out over the yard through the glass door when I noticed him—just standing by the treeline. Still. Hands at his sides. Staring.
By Habibullah. Shoukat Ali6 months ago in Horror
I Bought a Haunted Mirror Off Facebook Marketplace — Now It Won’t Let Me Sleep
It started with a Facebook Marketplace listing. > “Antique Victorian mirror — $30 OBO. Must pick up. ASAP.” No details, just a grainy photo and a location only twenty minutes away. I’d just moved into my new apartment and needed something to fill the blank wall in my hallway. I messaged the seller. She responded in seconds.
By Habibullah. Shoukat Ali6 months ago in Horror
The Chronos Anomaly
The first signs were dismissed as mass hysteria, a collective delusion born from the relentless churn of the 21st century. People reported déjà vu so intense it felt like a rerun, moments stretching into an eternity, or skipping entirely. Clocks, once the unwavering heartbeat of civilization, began to falter. Digital displays flickered erratically, their glowing numbers dancing a chaotic jig, while the hands of analog timepieces spun backward with an unnerving, almost deliberate grace, before lurching forward to times that simply hadn't happened yet.
By Habibullah. Shoukat Ali6 months ago in Fiction
The Whispering Canopy. AI-Generated.
1. Arrival The air grew thick the moment Dr. Lucas Renn stepped into the Rengal Rainforest. Humidity clung to him like a second skin, and the canopy above blocked out most of the light, turning the world into a green-tinted twilight. He paused briefly to adjust his pack and check his compass. The dense jungle around him hissed with the sound of insects, yet something felt… off.
By Habibullah. Shoukat Ali6 months ago in Fiction
The Last Monkey of Emberwood
The sun cast golden shafts of light through the tangled canopy of Emberwood, where ancient trees whispered secrets to the wind. Few dared venture deep into the forest, and those who did rarely returned with the same light in their eyes. Emberwood had earned its reputation—not for beasts or bandits, but for something older, something no one could explain.
By Habibullah. Shoukat Ali6 months ago in Fiction
