MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD

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The Mystery of the Water Painting
Nestled between rows of abandoned houses in Kalighat's old town was an old art shop. Mr. Sinha, the owner, was well-known for collecting uncommon and enigmatic paintings. One of these treasures caught everyone's attention: the water painting.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Fiction
The Call of Darkness
That night the woodland was unusually quiet, as though not even the animals dared to break the stifling silence. Maya gripped her lantern firmly and continued walking deeper into the forest, the soft ground beneath her boots muted her every step.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Horror
The Return of the Mysterious Letter
On that chilly, foggy evening, Maya discovered the missive left on her door. She wasn't prepared for mail, and especially not one in the form of a battered, yellowed envelope with no return address. The exquisite cursive writing of her name glistened on the torn paper. With a nagging curiosity, she knelt down and took it up.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Horror
The Unknown Voice of the Night
Anika first heard the voice on a quiet, starless night. Her tiny community was well-known for its quiet, serene evenings. After dusk, no one wandered the streets; the only sound in the air was the soft rustle of leaves in the wind. However, this evening was unique.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Horror
The Beckoning of the Phantom
The nights felt darker and the wind always seemed to whistle louder in the ancient, crumbling mansion at the edge of the village.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Horror
The Shadowed Door
Elders in the sleepy town of Alora told a story among themselves, one about a door concealed far into the forest. They referred to it as the "Shadowed Door," a location that few had visited and none had come back.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Horror
The Shadow of the Unknown Traveler
As Maya strolled along the meandering path that led to her town, the sun was sinking behind the hills. The crisp evening air was accompanied by the far-off noises of birds making their way back to their nests. It was a journey she had gone numerous times, but tonight, something felt different.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Fiction
Silent Footsteps
The once-grand estate on Willow Lane had been deserted for years, its ivy-covered crumbling exterior. Inside its crumbling walls, locals told of weird happenings: doors creaking open in the middle of the night, shadows moving on their own, and the distinct sound of footsteps reverberating down the deserted halls. But nobody, not even on a dare, ventured inside.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Fiction
Beyond the Mirror
There was a strange store at the end of the cobblestone street in the sleepy village of Harrow, where it looked as though time stood still. The location was known as "The Looking Glass," and it was full of oddities and antiquities that seemed to harken back to bygone eras.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Horror
The Final Letter
The old manor was surrounded by deserted fields as the sun had set. The shadows were long and dark. Dust and recollections of a time when the house had been a hive of life, laughing, and love permeated the disintegrating walls.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Fiction
The Mysterious Boat
Under the faint glow of the moon, a lake shimmered like glass on the outskirts of a peaceful village shrouded in fog. It was seldom visited by the villagers, especially after dark. They talked about weird things happening on the lake, like the sound of a boat appearing and then vanishes.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Fiction
The Icy Touch
Within the foggy, snow-capped mountains there once was a community that experienced year-round winter. The peasants' lives were entwined into the cycles of the seasons, so they were used to the cold.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Fiction