MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD
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The Silent Scream of the Night
The nights were eerily peaceful in Shivalik, a secluded community tucked away at the foot of towering mountains. After dark, the forest's creatures appeared to hold their breath, with the breeze barely stirring at all.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Fiction
The Sound of the Broken Bell
An ancient, forgotten church stood in the center of a forlorn village where the fog clung to the ground like a heavy blanket. The church used to be the hub of the community, a place where life flourished, despite its dilapidated walls and broken stained glass.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Fiction
The Invisible Guest
Nestled amid thick forests and undulating hills was a charming little village with an ancient inn called "The Wandering Willow." The ivy-covered walls and wooden beams of the inn have provided centuries of tired visitors with a place to stay. Time seemed to stand still there, where people shared stories by the fireside and the wind whispered secrets through the rafters.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Fiction
The Diabolic Gift and the Game of Invisible Bonds
There stood a strange shop in the centre of the ancient city of Vidyanagar, where the narrow pathways coiled like the tail of a serpent. It was hidden in a spot that most people didn't see, in a neglected nook of the bazaar. With its faded sign that said "Anokha Upahar," or "Unique Gifts," the shop was a veritable gold mine of strange items. It was rumored that any item, no matter how rare or cursed, could be obtained by the owner, an elderly man with piercing eyes.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Fiction
The Game of Invisible Bonds
The "Bhooth Bungla" was a historic manor home in Shantipur, an ancient town where the past seemed to linger in every corner. The house was the focus of many local stories because of its tall spires and walls covered with ivy. The story of "Adrishyo Bondhoner Khela"—The Game of Invisible Bonds—was the most enigmatic, nevertheless.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Horror
The Ominous Night Signal
Life in the isolated village of Kalikapur was quiet and leisurely. Tucked away from the outside world, the town was surrounded by dense forests and foggy hills. The only sounds that disturbed the unsettling quiet of the village at night were the rustling of leaves in the wind and the cry of an occasional faraway wolf. The people had become used to this strange calm. However, Kalikapur's peace was disrupted on one night each year, which was called "Bhoyaal Raater Sanket," or "The Ominous Night Signal."
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Horror
The Reflection in the Broken Mirror
At the end of a small, winding lane in the tranquil town of Bishnupur lay an old, decaying mansion. The mansion was overgrown with overgrown gardens and collapsing walls, a ghost of its past grandeur. Because it was rumored to be haunted by a tragic past, the townsfolk avoided it. An ancient, broken mirror hanging in the corridor was the most unsettling aspect of the mansion. "Bhanga Aainar Protichchhobi"—The Reflection in the Broken Mirror—was the name given to this broken mirror.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Fiction
The Witching Hour
There once was a mysterious and terrifying village called Mayapur in the middle of the dense Sundarbans. In whispers, the peasants discussed "Pret-er Prohor"—The Witching Hour. It was just before midnight, when the boundaries between the worlds of the living and the dead became hazy and the departed's spirits were free to roam. The residents would stay inside and lock their doors at midnight every night, hoping for a speedy break of dawn.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Horror
The Mysterious Well
There was a well in Chandpur, a tiny, abandoned settlement, about which the locals only whispered. The ancient well was encircled by twisted trees and concealed by dense foliage, with its stone walls coated in moss and crawling vines. Rahasyamay Kuwo the Mysterious Wellwas the name given to it. The locals avoided it at all costs because they thought it was cursed and a doorway to the unknown.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Fiction
The Haven of Shadows
At the edge of the woods in the small village of Dhulipur stood an ancient mansion that the locals called "Chhayar Ashtana," or "The Haven of Shadows." The mansion, which was once a magnificent and bustling residence, had been deserted for many years, its heyday long forgotten. Its disintegrating walls were covered in thick ivy, and broken windows protruded like sunken eyes. It was considered to be cursed—a spot where dark secrets hid and shadows came to life—and few dared venture near it.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Horror
The Revenge of the Ghoul
No one ventured to approach the old burial cemetery located in the thick trees surrounding Sundarpur hamlet. The people knew it to be the final resting place of a malevolent ghoul named Bootnath, which was the source of dark legends and murmurs of fear. The elders said that Bhootnath was once a fierce and formidable magician who was feared by everyone who came into contact with him. His life had been characterized by evil magic, cruelty, and greed. In an attempt to stifle his evil spirit, the villagers buried him in the deepest section of the forest when he passed away.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Horror
