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The Paper Children: A Haunting of Forgotten Folds
I. Prologue – The Forgotten Name In the heart of a forgotten valley, shrouded in fog and memory, stood Loughlin House for Children. Time had carved its decay into the orphanage’s bones—peeling wallpaper, rusted gates, and echoing halls that whispered when no one spoke. Locals claimed the place was cursed. That it remembered. That it watched.
By hiteshsinh solanki9 months ago in Horror
Reflections of the Unspoken
A House of Secrets Dr. Elara Voss was not easily shaken. As a trauma therapist, she had guided countless individuals through their darkest memories—secrets buried deep within their hearts. But there was something about the house on Wyrick Street that unsettled her. Quiet, brooding, and full of mystery, the Victorian estate stood draped in fog and ivy, its walls heavy with forgotten stories.
By hiteshsinh solanki9 months ago in Horror
A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night — feminist vampires in exquisite indie horror
On the dark streets of an Iranian ghost town, a slender figure wrapped up in a chador stalks evil men. With an unthreatening face, The Girl (Sheila Vand) is invited into houses by the unsuspecting denizens of Bad City. For some, the mistake is fatal — a vampire can only enter one's house if they've been invited. However, when The Girl meets Arash (Arash Marandi), she discovers that there's more to men than the meat on their bones. She begins to entertain the idea that their relationship could be something more. After all, even the dead get lonely.
By hiteshsinh solanki10 months ago in Horror
The Immortal Jellyfish Capitalism’s Worst Nightmare, and the Horror of Never Dying
Wehumans, in our boundless wisdom, have been dreaming of immortality for centuries now — through religion, literature, and, naturally, Silicon Valley billionaires who believe that drinking the blood of interns will make them youthful. Yet nature, the ultimate prankster, has already addressed this issue with Turritopsis dohrnii- a jellyfish so completely unbothered by existential dread that it’s capable of biologically transforming into an earlier life phase whenever it becomes too old or too injured. It’s achieved, in a way, what philosophers, poets, and Jeff Bezos could only fantasize about: a continuous loop of self-renewal. But before we start fantasizing about our own immortal future, let us pause and reflect — what kind of horror would this actually be? Think, if you can stomach it, of the neoliberal nightmare that an immortal human species would create.
By hiteshsinh solanki10 months ago in Horror
The Caller Who Knew Too Much: A 911 Mystery
The red digits on the dispatch clock flickered, 3:17 AM, a time when the city held its breath, a time for secrets and shadows. Dispatcher Emily Carter stared at the blinking phone line, a sense of unease crawling up her spine. The call had been… strange.
By hiteshsinh solanki10 months ago in Horror
The Forgotten Prisoner: Locked Away Due to a Paperwork Error
The stark fluorescent lights of the administrative annex hummed, a monotonous drone that echoed the emptiness in Thomas Ashton’s stomach. He sat on a metal folding chair, the cold steel a stark contrast to the sweltering August heat outside. He’d been here for hours, maybe days. Time had become a blurred, indistinct concept within these sterile walls.
By hiteshsinh solanki10 months ago in Horror
The Housemate Who Wasn't Supposed to Be There
The old Victorian house creaked and groaned, a symphony of settling wood and whispering drafts. It was a house that held stories, a house that breathed history. I, Sarah, a freelance photographer, had moved into the attic apartment, drawn by the affordable rent and the promise of a quiet space to work. My housemates, a diverse group of artists and students, were friendly enough, but I mostly kept to myself, preferring the solitude of my attic studio.
By hiteshsinh solanki10 months ago in Horror
The Man Who Vanished from a Moving Train
The rhythmic clatter of the train wheels against the tracks was a hypnotic lullaby, a constant drone that usually lulled passengers into a state of drowsy contentment. But tonight, the rhythmic sound was a stark counterpoint to the growing unease that permeated the carriage.
By hiteshsinh solanki10 months ago in Horror
The Woman Who Texted After Her Own Death
The flickering neon sign of the 'Late Night Diner' cast long, distorted shadows across the rain-slicked asphalt. Inside, the air hung thick with the aroma of stale coffee and fried onions, a familiar comfort to those who sought refuge in its solitude. I sat in a booth, the vinyl cold against my skin, staring at the headline on my phone: "Local Woman Declared Dead, Sends Text Messages Post-Mortem."
By hiteshsinh solanki10 months ago in Horror
Can AI Really Think? Understanding the Limits of Artificial Intelligence (Hitesh Singh Solanki)
Introduction: Are Machines Truly Intelligent? Imagine asking Siri, "Will it rain today?" It responds instantly—but does it understand your question? Or is it simply following a script?
By hiteshsinh solanki12 months ago in Futurism
The Shadow People Phenomenon: A Glitch in Reality or Just Sleep Paralysis?
Introduction Definition of Shadow People: Mysterious shadowy figures often reported during episodes of sleep paralysis. Purpose of the Article: To explore the phenomenon of Shadow People, examining whether they are a glitch in reality or simply a manifestation of sleep paralysis.
By hiteshsinh solanki12 months ago in Horror
