Hridoy Hasan
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Welcome to my page! Here, I share a variety of stories, articles, and ideas. Each piece is crafted with care to inspire, inform, and entertain. As a dedicated writer, I’m committed to creating content that connects with readers.
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The Vanishing Passenger
Alex sat in his usual spot on the late-night commuter train, half awake, staring out the window at the fog that clung to the tracks. It was a dreary ride home, as it always was. The train car was nearly empty, the only other passenger being an older man sitting across from him.
By Hridoy Hasan11 months ago in Horror
The Stranger at the Window
David Turner lived in a quiet apartment on the top floor of an old building. The street below was always bustling with traffic, but his apartment was a peaceful retreat away from the noise. He’d lived there for years, enjoying the solitude it provided. That is, until the figure appeared.
By Hridoy Hasan11 months ago in Horror
The Haunted Photograph
Lila Andrews had always been captivated by photographs. Each one told a story, frozen in time, and she had spent many hours flipping through family albums. So, when she discovered an old box of forgotten family photos in her grandmother’s attic, she was eager to go through them. Most of the pictures were ordinary—smiling faces at birthdays and family gatherings. But one photograph caught her attention immediately.
By Hridoy Hasan11 months ago in Horror
The Whispering Trees
Marcus Miller had always found solace in nature. Living in a small cottage on the edge of a forest, he had made it a routine to take long walks through the trees, away from the noise of the city. The rustling leaves, the chirping birds—it was the perfect escape.
By Hridoy Hasan11 months ago in Horror
The Forgotten Room
Sarah Grayson had always dreamed of owning a house. After years of renting, she finally saved enough to buy a charming, old Victorian home on the outskirts of town. The house had character, with its high ceilings, creaky floors, and antique fixtures. It was exactly what she wanted—a project to restore, a place to call her own.
By Hridoy Hasan11 months ago in Horror
The Last Message
Eliot Hayes had never believed in ghosts. Sure, he'd heard the stories—tales of people hearing voices, seeing figures in the shadows, or even receiving posthumous messages from loved ones. But Eliot had always dismissed them as coincidence, imagination, or grief-driven fantasies.
By Hridoy Hasan11 months ago in Horror
The Man Who Knew Tomorrow
Ethan Clarke had always known what was going to happen. Not in a supernatural way, not with visions or voices. He simply woke up each morning with a clear knowledge of the day ahead—what conversations he’d have, what news would break, even the smallest details like which song would play on the radio.
By Hridoy Hasan11 months ago in Fiction
