MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD
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Companion of the Lonely Way
Maya has always been drawn to peaceful settings with just the occasional flutter of leaves and the whispering of the wind. That nightfall, the sun was already lowering, leaving deep shadows on the ground as she meandered along a tiny, empty route leading to an ancient village. With every stride, the route seemed to go on forever into the encroaching darkness, and the air grew colder.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Fiction
The Invisible Presence
At the edge of the woods, the ancient cottage stood by itself, encircled by overgrown shrubs and long grasses that, when the wind picked up, murmured secrets. Mira's grandma had inexplicably died a few months prior, leaving her with the cottage.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Fiction
Shadow of the Night
The moon was low, covered in a thin layer of mist, and illuminated the drowsy village of Kalden with pale beams. Past the winding cobblestone roads and verdant rooftops was an ancient mansion, long since deserted and cloaked in mystery. Nobody was brave enough to go near it, especially at night.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Horror
Living Doll's Smile
Amelia had always been captivated by old, antique dolls, with their porcelain faces and glass eyes. During a visit to an old curio shop, she stumbled upon a peculiar doll resting on a dusty shelf. Its yellowed lace dress, cracked porcelain skin, and a faint but unsettling smile drew her in.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Horror
Dreadful Voice
Aisha found herself by herself in the old family mansion late one night, with the wind howling outside. The air was cooler and the shadows appeared heavier than usual. She gave herself a tight hug as she shuddered. She was bothered by the voice, not by the cold.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Horror
The Call of the Mysterious Fog
That night, the fog moved quickly, shrouding Dharapur, a small settlement, in a spooky calm. Although fog frequently rolled in from the neighboring river, this particular fog was peculiar. It was heavier, colder, and had an uncomfortable weight. Once the first wisp of it appeared slithering between the trees, nobody dared to go outside. They had been told tales about it by the elders, tales of those who went forth and never came back.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Fiction
The Invisible Shadow Behind
When Rina first heard it, it had been past midnight. A quiet creak of a door that never moved, followed by a faint, nearly indiscernible rustle. She went completely still, her heart racing in her chest as the surrounding blackness grew progressively colder.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Horror
The Light at the End of the Road
Aisha found herself on the abandoned road that headed far into the forest on a chilly, foggy evening. This path was always mentioned by the people in whispers; some labeled it cursed, while others claimed it led nowhere.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Fiction
The Ticking of the Broken Clock
The sound of tick-tick, tick-tick reverberated through the old house in the stillness of the night. It began softly, almost disappearing into the background, but gradually became more audible. With her heart racing in her chest, Mita sat up in bed. Just a few weeks prior, she had moved into this house in the hopes of finding calm and a fresh start. But there was a strange vibe tonight.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Fiction
Chill of the Unknown
The night was not as warm as usual. Mist hung heavy in the air, and the moon, obscured by black clouds, only seldom illuminated the sleepy village of Kandapur with its unsettling light. A young woman in her early twenties named Maya was returning home on foot from her aunt's house.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Horror
