Junaid H

Joined June 2025

2 stories

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Writing the stories hospitals whisper after midnight. Beneath every bandage is a secret. Beneath every pulse, a story.

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The Night I Held a Stranger’s Hand Until Their Last Breath …
The hallway lights buzzed quietly as I checked the wall clock: 2:13 a.m. The hospital always felt suspended in time at this hour—neither asleep nor fully awake. Most patients had drifted into restless sleep, the occasional monitor beep or distant cough breaking the silence. I was halfway through a double shift in the ICU. My eyes stung from fatigue, but the adrenaline of unpredictability kept me alert. There was always that chance—something would happen. And that night, something did.
By Junaid H7 months ago in Longevity
The Face in Every Mirror But Mine!?
The antique mirror arrived on a Tuesday. I hadn't ordered it. The delivery slip bore no return address, just my name—*Daniel Mercer*—scrawled in ink that looked too fresh, too red. The wooden frame was ornate, carved with twisting vines that seemed to move when I wasn't looking directly at them.
By Junaid H7 months ago in Horror