Muhammad Kaleemullah
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"Words are my canvas; emotions, my colors. In every line, I paint the unseen—stories that whisper to your soul and linger long after the last word fades."
Stories (59)
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The Mirror That Showed Tomorrow
I moved into the apartment because it was cheap. That’s the kind of decision you make when you're broke, tired, and trying to start over. The building was old — cracked tiles, flickering lights, and a hallway that always smelled faintly of mold and burnt toast.
By Muhammad Kaleemullah7 months ago in Horror
The Stranger Who Knew My Secrets
I’ve always had trouble sleeping. While others find peace in their dreams, I find clarity in silence. That’s why I often walk at night — headphones off, phone in my pocket, just letting the empty streets speak to me. But on that night, the silence didn’t feel peaceful. It felt like the city was holding its breath.
By Muhammad Kaleemullah7 months ago in Horror
The City That Appears Only on Rainy Nights
I. The Rainfall and the Fork It was supposed to be a regular drive home. Rain had started falling like glass beads on the windshield. The highway stretched endlessly ahead, empty, grey, and soaked. I was coming from a cancelled business meeting — stressed, tired, emotionally numb.
By Muhammad Kaleemullah7 months ago in Horror
I Rented a Room That Didn’t Exist
I. The Motel in the Middle of Nowhere It was close to midnight when my car’s engine gave up. I was stranded on a mountain road in northern Pakistan, deep in Kaghan Valley. No signal. No lights. Only mist crawling along the road like it had a destination.
By Muhammad Kaleemullah7 months ago in Fiction
The Phone That Rang After My Death
I. The Funeral I watched my own funeral from the corner of the room. It was strange, surreal. My body lay still in the casket, pale and unfamiliar. My mother wept silently, my brother clutched the prayer book too tightly. Friends spoke in whispers. The room was heavy, but no one could see me.
By Muhammad Kaleemullah7 months ago in Horror
The 13th Door in Room 217
I. Why I Went There I’ve been called crazy for exploring abandoned buildings. Ghost towns, haunted hospitals, even cursed forests. People love my YouTube channel for one reason: I go where no one else dares to. But when I heard about Miras Hotel — a decaying structure deep in the mountains of northern Pakistan — something felt… different.
By Muhammad Kaleemullah7 months ago in Fiction
The Stranger Who Returned My Wallet — With a Twist That Changed My Life
It started with a simple mistake. A cold Berlin morning. Grey skies. Rushed footsteps on slippery train station floors. I was late for a meeting and juggling a coffee, a backpack, and a rapidly dying phone. Amid all the chaos, I didn’t even notice when my wallet slipped from my coat pocket.
By Muhammad Kaleemullah7 months ago in Humans
