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PUSAKA
A decades-old, abandoned zamindar's mansion stood in the middle of a remote village called Dhalpahar. It was known as the "Pusaka House" by the locals. The mansion was said to contain a cursed heirloom—an ancient wooden box with supernatural powers inside. Rupom, a city student studying history, went to the village one day and became interested in the mansion. “If you awaken the Pusaka, you invite only darkness,” the village elder Panchanan warned him repeatedly. But Rupom didn’t believe in such tales. He believed that anything that truly existed ought to be discovered for the sake of history. Rupom was standing in front of the mansion that afternoon. Its bricks were crumbling, the windows covered in black cloth, as if to shield the world from what lay inside. He entered through the broken lock. As if they had held someone's blood, red stains covered the walls and dust choked the air. In one of the rooms, he found the wooden box—the Pusaka. It had an intricately carved inscription: "The soul of whoever touches me will remain here forever." “Another ghostly warning!” Rupom scoffed. and opened the box.
By Nafis khan9 months ago in Horror
MUNKAR
Nishorgopur was a peaceful community. However, a spooky rumor and chilling tale surrounded the old, crumbling Munkar Villa on its northern edge. It belonged to Munkar, a landlord, 100 years ago. He was said to practice the forbidden dark arts at night while he ruled the village during the day. There was a rumor going around that he did blood rituals on humans as well as animals. Screams and chants from his house reverberated into the night, chilling anyone who heard them. The villagers had had enough one fateful night. Munkar was taken captive by a group of brave men who stormed the house, burned to death, and But Munkar yelled a curse before he died— "I'll be back. My soul will wander these walls forever. I will never rest without blood." No one has dared enter Munkar Villa since that night. However, that all changed when four young explorers—Rakib, Suman, Nishat, and Rima—came to film a YouTube horror exploration video. They went into the house with cameras, flashlights, and bravery. At first, everything was still. Dusty floors, cobwebs, and silence. However, the air became heavy as the night got darker. Rima mumbled suddenly, "Do you hear that? Someone's whispering…”
By Nafis khan9 months ago in Horror
STORY NAME ""TRINIL"
Title: Trinil A remote village, shrouded in mist—no name, no address. According to local folklore, a girl once lived there. Trinil was her name. She was quiet, but there was something unsettling about the depth of her eyes. Villagers kept their distance, calling her strange.
By Nafis khan9 months ago in Horror
STORY NAME "HIDAYAH"
Joynagar was a quiet, small community that had almost vanished into history. It sat in silence, surrounded by thick forests and a few huts. A girl named Hidayah lived in an old brick house at the edge of this village. a mystery within her. Hidayah had never been the same. She kept to herself and spoke little. Nobody sat beside her at school. She laughed erratically and occasionally screamed in anguish into thin air, according to rumors spread among the villagers. She had lived by herself in that decaying house since her parents' enigmatic deaths. The villagers were of the opinion that there was something dark and unseen within her. Neela, a brave girl, once attempted to become friends with Hidayah. The following day, Neela passed away from a fever and fear, yelling until she died, "The mirror... it was looking at me..." Since then, no one has dared venture near Hidayah's residence. A young man by the name of Rakib arrived in Joynagar a year later. He was a school teacher who didn't believe in ghost stories and was from the city. He saw her at the gate one evening as he passed Hidayah's house. Despite the paleness and hollowness of her eyes, there was something oddly captivating about her. Rakib came to her door the following day, curious. It was slowly opened, and Hidayah said, "You shouldn't have come." They will be furious. Who exactly are they? Rakib inquired. She replied in a whisper, "The ones who live inside me. Sometimes I can't stop them..." Strange things started that very night. Rakib awoke in a cold sweat. A girl stood in the corner of his room, her hair tangled with fallen leaves, and all she had was a dark, hollow hole where her face should have been. He shrieked. The villagers broke into his room the next morning. Rakib had vanished. The bed was unoccupied. Strange symbols were marked on the walls. Additionally, three ominous words were carved into the wood above the bed: "We are now three." As well, Hidayah's house was empty. Nobody was aware of her whereabouts. However, at night, whispers in the wind and soft laughter were heard through the trees: Are you by yourself?
By Nafis khan9 months ago in Horror
“Behind the Eyes – The Final Reflection”
The mirror in the bungalow was not your typical mirror. It was once referred to as a "Face Mirror" by the villagers—a device that not only reflects your image but also steals your soul. Aronno didn't know. He had no idea that the mirror was made from the tears of a widow whose husband had been burned to death because he had been accused of being a witch. Forever, her spirit had been imprisoned in the mirror. The reflection in the mirror, the one with the blood-red eyes, was no longer his the third night. It looked at him with a cold hatred and vengeance. Although it did not speak, its lips moved as though to say: "It's your turn now..." Aronno was unable to sleep by himself that very night. He curled up in bed, tightly shutting the windows and locking the doors. However, at precisely 3:13 a.m., his door opened by itself. There was no cold breeze that followed; all that was left was a horrible stench that smelled like burning flesh. He sat up with wide eyes and a dry throat. Nobody was outside. He made his way toward the mirror slowly. And then he screamed—but no sound came out.
By Nafis khan9 months ago in Horror
"The Final Shadow"
Sure! The English translation of your story "" (The Final Shadow) is as follows: --- "The Final Shadow" is the title. a night with rain. The village as a whole was enveloped in darkness. The terrifying shapes of the trees briefly appeared in view with each lightning strike. Neela slept by herself that night, in a shabby wooden one-story house. Her father lost his mind after her mother's death. He had therefore brought her to the city for treatment. Neela was sitting in a chair and using her phone to listen to music. The music stopped abruptly. A message read: The screen began to flash by itself. "Look to your left." She jerked, and the phone fell to the ground. Fear filled her chest. She slowly turned her head... Nobody was present. From very close, a chilly breath suddenly brushed her ear. However, no one was present! Breathing became difficult as the air got heavier. The time was 3 a.m. A loud, raspy voice came from near the door— "Nee-la... open the door... I'm here..." Neela looked toward the door with trembling. Under it, a black object entered the room. That gloomy shadow began to slowly assume human form, but it lacked a face. There was nothing but a large void into which the room was swallowed by darkness. She tried to run, but her legs felt like they were stuck to the ground. Rotten blood splattered across the floor as the shadowy figure moved closer to her. The face of Neela's deceased mother appeared in front of her eyes, but she lacked eyes and smiled twistedly. The shadow spoke softly, "I want your blood... mother and daughter's souls together..." The stench of dead bodies filled the air. Blood-painted symbols began to appear on the walls as strange symbols. Neela screamed and collapsed. The house was discovered the following morning with the door wide open. There was a large shadow on the floor inside, but there was no body. Additionally, a single sentence was carved into the wall: "Neela is now living as a shadow within me. Are you the next victim?
By Nafis khan9 months ago in Horror
