MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD
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The Knocking at the Third Door
The wind howled outside on this cold October evening, rattling the ancient windows of the deserted mansion. With a flashlight in hand, Samira, an urban adventurer, stood at the manor's door, eager to learn more about this abandoned location. The little rustle of dried leaves seemed to murmur warnings that she choose to ignore, and the air smelled of decay.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Horror
The Empty Road at Night
As Sam drove down the desolate, twisting road to his village, the clock struck midnight. Everything had a silver shine from the full moon, yet the air was eerily cold despite the night's splendor. Sam looked out the car window, his headlights cutting through the night to reveal nothing except the long, lonely road in front of him.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Horror
Shadow Behind the Light.
The final rays of sunlight cast a warm, amber glow across the landscape as darkness descended on Willowbrook, a peaceful village. Standing at her easel and closely examining the landscape from her cottage window was Claire, an artist renowned for her vibrant paintings of light and shadow. She cherished the way light and shadow interacted, softening the landscape while implying unspoken secrets.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Horror
The Last Hour of Night
The little village of Everglen was silent when the clock struck 11:59 p.m. Only the flickering streetlamps dared to break through the silence of the streets, which lay vacant beneath a layer of mist. As she gazed out of her bedroom window over the fog-covered town, Maya's mind kept returning to the whispers she had heard about "The Last Hour."
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Horror
Behind the Silent Door
Standing lonesome at the end of a tiny lane, where even the breeze seemed to hesitate, was a long-forgotten house. The ancient wooden door, closed for many years, exuded an unsettling silence. The house was the subject of rumors of paranormal activity and ghost sightings, so no one in the hamlet feared to go near it.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Horror
The Touch of the Shadowman
It was the type of night where the shadows outside looked to be reaching in and encircling the entire world. The darkness seemed to go on forever. With the drapes partially closed and only a sliver of moonlight shining through, Maya reclined on her bed.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Horror
