MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD
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The Laugh of the Unseen
Everyone avoided the old, abandoned mansion in the isolated settlement of Purbachal. Once a magnificent estate, the mansion was covered in dense vines, its walls collapsing and its windows damaged. No one dared inside, and it had been allowed to deteriorate for decades. The locals said it was haunted by a malevolent entity they called "The Unseen."
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Horror
The Waiting Time
Part - 1 Today, Purnima left school a little earlier. The headmaster, Mr. Anuj, had spoken to her last night, and they had agreed that she would leave after the tiffin break. Accordingly, she had made arrangements for the rest of her classes.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Fiction
The Haunted House
I was around 20 or 21 years old at the time. A group of five friends, including myself, from Jalpaiguri city decided to spend our summer vacation in Goa. The train was scheduled for 5 AM, so we set off. Despite being city boys, we had never seen the sea with our own eyes. After a while, we finally arrived in Goa. Coconut groves were everywhere. It seemed like they were leaning towards the sea, welcoming us.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Horror
The Secret of The Cut Hand
It was around three in the afternoon. Bani had been feeling somewhat feverish since morning, so she had called her college and taken CL (Casual Leave) early in the day. After lunch, she was reading the newspaper when she started dozing off. The harsh sound of the doorbell broke her slumber, and she quickly got up. A parcel addressed to her had arrived by speed post—a large cardboard box wrapped in white paper. In bold black letters, it was labeled on top with, ‘Glass Material – Handle With Care’. She placed the box on the table and slowly cut along the edge of the board with a paper cutter. A whiff of the strong scent of Jovan Musk filled her nostrils.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Horror
The Find of Ghosts
(Part One) It was the month of Chaitra, and the courtyard was filled with harvested crops—lentils, peas, chickpeas, pigeon peas, and other pulses. These crops had been brought from the fields in bullock carts and spread out across the large courtyard in front of the house. The task of transporting the crops was almost over for the year, and Bhavesh, the bullock cart driver, had only one job left—cutting the rice straw for the bulls to eat. In the afternoons and evenings, he would gather the children of the neighborhood, seating them in the bullock cart, and entertain them with his stories.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Horror
The Ghost Story
Shantanu got quite late returning from the coaching center. The neighborhood dogs had started barking loudly in one corner of the street. Among them was a small black dog that Shantanu liked very much. Whenever he had time, Shantanu would pet the dog’s head and sometimes give it biscuits. The dog knew him very well. Every night when Shantanu returned from the coaching center, the dog would wait, hoping to get a biscuit or a pat on the head.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Horror
In The Dark of Night
Romen has come to Birbhum for the first time. He has secured a teaching job at Jamalpur Primary School. After many attempts, he has finally got a job. While this brings him joy, there is also a bit of sadness. He has to live alone in Birbhum, away from his family. The only time he can go home is during school holidays. Upon reaching Jamalpur, Romen started looking for a place to stay. Despite searching extensively, he couldn't find a suitable place. Romen became deeply concerned. In such a large area, there was no house available for rent! Where will he stay now?
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Horror
Who is This?
Part - 1 It was almost midnight in winter. The entire city was asleep, wrapped in the warmth of blankets due to the cold. The large house standing at the edge of the city was also in a deep slumber. The road in front of it was just as deserted as the other roads in the city. The road that led out of the city towards another city passed by this house but shortly ahead, it went into a dense and vast forest. After this thick forest, a mountainous road began, with a steep rocky wall on one side and a deep ravine on the other. There's another route to the neighboring city which is wide and secure, so everyone avoids this forest road. For this reason, the condition of the road through the forest was very poor.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD 2 years ago in Horror
Seeking For Justice
It's about half past seven in the evening. A woman is walking through a suburb, likely returning home from work. At one point, she stops in front of an old house. She does this almost every day, pausing to look at the house, but what she sees in this old house is known only to her. The house isn't particularly beautiful. It's an old, single-story house, overgrown with plants and cracked in several places due to long neglect. Yet, this woman stops to look at it daily. As she gazes at the house today, she feels a touch on her shoulder and jumps, her voice tinged with fear as she asks, Wh...who? She then hears a woman's voice, Oh, it's just me, no need to be so scared. The woman turns to see a middle-aged lady standing in front of her. Surprised, she says, You? I don't seem to recognize you. The woman introduces herself as Pinky, a resident of the neighborhood. Her house is right opposite the old one. Then she asks:
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD 2 years ago in Horror
