huzaifa Khan
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💠Storyteller | ✍️ Passionate about writing articles that inspire, inform, and spark curiosity. Sharing thoughts on lifestyle, tech, motivation & real-life tales. Join me on this journey of words and ideas. Let’s grow together!
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The Vanishing Hotel Room
I had always loved traveling, but my last trip changed me forever. It started in Paris. My connecting flight was delayed, and exhaustion forced me to book a small hotel near the airport. The taxi driver seemed hesitant when I gave him the address, but after a long silence, he nodded and drove. The streets grew darker, emptier, and quieter. We stopped in front of an old building—faded red bricks, ivy crawling up its walls, and an old wooden sign that read: Hotel Celeste.
By huzaifa Khan5 months ago in Horror
The Village Where Shadows Don't Follow
I was a freelance travel blogger when I first heard of Darya, a small village deep in the mountains of northern Pakistan. A local legend said it had no disease, no crime, and no death for over fifty years. People called it “The Eternal Smile.”
By huzaifa Khan6 months ago in Horror
The Man in the Apartment Above Me Was Never Alive
When I moved into my new apartment, I was just trying to escape the chaos of city life. The building was old, almost antique, with creaky wooden floors and faded wallpaper that smelled faintly of dust and history. It had charm. At least, that’s what I told myself.
By huzaifa Khan6 months ago in Horror
The Girl Who Lived in My Mirror
When I was eight, my parents bought a century-old Victorian house. Creaky floors, drafty hallways, and mirrors—lots of mirrors. The house had them in every room. They were antique, beautifully carved, and—according to my mom—“full of character.”
By huzaifa Khan6 months ago in Horror
I Found a Mirror That Shows the Version of Me That Never Survived
I didn’t know the thrift shop even existed until I walked into it. It was tucked between a boarded-up bakery and a hardware store that smelled like rust and wet cardboard. The bell above the door didn’t ring when I walked in. No music. No people. Just silence — the kind of silence that felt like it was waiting for you.
By huzaifa Khan6 months ago in Horror
