Iazaz hussain
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The Whispers Beneath the Floor
1. The Move-In When Arif and his younger sister Sana moved into the old colonial house on the edge of Abbottabad, they were just looking for a fresh start. Their father had passed away six months earlier, and the city’s noise was too much for them.
By Iazaz hussain3 months ago in Horror
The Clockmaker’s Paradox
In the quiet village of Evershade, time moved differently. No one could say exactly how or why, but clocks always seemed a few minutes off, calendars lost track of days, and even the sun sometimes lingered too long before setting. The townspeople had long grown used to it, shrugging it off as one of Evershade’s strange little charms.
By Iazaz hussain3 months ago in Fiction
" When We Were Just a Song"
The First Note The rain had always reminded Zara of him. Every drop carried a rhythm that felt too familiar—soft, steady, and a little sad. She sat by her apartment window in Lahore, watching the world blur behind raindrops. Somewhere in that rhythm, she could still hear Ayan’s laughter — the boy who once taught her how to listen to music, not just hear it.
By Iazaz hussain3 months ago in Families
The Shadow in Room 313
It was already past midnight when Sarah’s car broke down on the lonely stretch of highway. Her phone had lost signal hours ago, and rain lashed against the windshield like a warning. She spotted the faint glow of a sign through the storm—“The Hollow Inn — Vacancy.”
By Iazaz hussain3 months ago in Horror
The Clockmaker’s Paradox
In the fog-drenched town of Evershade, where cobblestone streets whispered secrets and lanterns flickered like fading memories, there lived an old man known simply as The Clockmaker. His name was Elias Thorn, a quiet soul who spent his days surrounded by ticking gears, brass pendulums, and the soft hum of time itself.
By Iazaz hussain3 months ago in Fiction
The House That Waited
1. The Forgotten Lane When Aisha moved back to her hometown of Abbottabad after ten long years, she only wanted peace — a small house, a quiet street, and a new start. She’d lost her husband in an accident, and the city memories haunted her more than any ghost could.
By Iazaz hussain3 months ago in Horror
Whispers of the Broken Clock
---The Forgotten Café Rain dripped from the edges of the old café’s awning, tracing slow rivers down the glass window. Inside, the air smelled of coffee, cinnamon, and nostalgia. Every afternoon at 4 p.m., Emma sat at the same corner table by the window — a ritual she had kept for the last three years.
By Iazaz hussain3 months ago in Families
The Day My Phone Betrayed Me
It all started on a bright Sunday morning — the kind of day when you feel like your life is finally under control. I woke up early, made myself a cup of tea, and decided to finally clean out my phone. You know, delete useless apps, organize photos, and maybe even respond to those unread WhatsApp messages from 2022.
By Iazaz hussain3 months ago in Fiction
The Whispers Inside the Walls
1. The House on Elden Street It was just supposed to be a quick renovation job. Mark Henson, a struggling contractor from Baltimore, had taken the offer because it paid double the usual rate. The client—an elderly woman named Mrs. Albright—had called him personally, her voice trembling through the phone.
By Iazaz hussain3 months ago in Horror
The Shop That Never Slept”
The street of Maplewood was silent after midnight. Every shop had closed hours ago — every shop except one. A small mobile repair shop, its signboard flickering between “Mobile Galaxy” and darkness, stood at the corner. Inside, under the dim yellow light, sat Arif, a 23-year-old with tired eyes and oil-stained fingers.
By Iazaz hussain3 months ago in Humans
