jb rakib hosain

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The Last Train
It was almost 12 AM. Dhaka's Dhanmondi Local Station—half of the lights were off, and the rest flickered faintly. A light mist had settled behind, and with the breeze, there was a strange scent floating—like a mixture of old paper and smoke.
By jb rakib hosain10 months ago in Horror
The Clock Had Stopped
I was in class ten at the time. Our family had just moved into an old house in the city. The house was huge, but partly broken down—like no one had lived there for decades. From day one, strange things caught my attention: dark stains on the walls, an odd smell from the wooden floorboards, and an unsettling chill in every room—even in the middle of summer.
By jb rakib hosain10 months ago in Horror
Will we ever fWarning: This story is not for the faint of heart. For adults only. orget that day?
I still cannot forget that day, when that strange and unusual event took place. Every moment of that day is still vivid in my mind, as if it's happening right in front of my eyes. The day began with a strange morning. I was alone because my parents had gone out of town for business. My only companion was my beloved cat.
By jb rakib hosain10 months ago in Horror