Nafiz Hossain
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The Sorrows of Raven Creek
Raven Creek was one of those towns two hours north of Seattle, tucked into a strange bend in the Olympic Mountains—a wrong turn that threw you from the comforts of the city into a different time, where there were no cell towers, no cafes, and the pine-covered streets seemed to have been quietly lost in history.
By Nafiz Hossain8 months ago in Horror
The Smoke of a Deserted Ghat
Brikshapur was a forgotten village in northern Bangladesh, a place whose name was only found on old maps, but did not exist on Google Maps. One could reach it after a day’s journey, passing a narrow dirt road, tea gardens and an old dam. In the center of the village was a dry ghat, around which the tarred road never reached—only fog and shadow reached.
By Nafiz Hossain8 months ago in Horror
Shadow School: Where Time Stands Still in the Cane Wound
1. Silence and the Beginning After retiring, life seemed to have come to a standstill for Avni Babu. In search of some solitude, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, he moved to a remote village in South Bengal. He bought an old schoolhouse—which had been closed for a long time—from the local panchayat at a low price. The aim was to live peacefully and grow a garden.
By Nafiz Hossain8 months ago in Horror
Saltwater: Was the man who returned from the depths of the ocean even human?
1. Fog and Waiting A small fishing village on the outskirts of Cox's Bazar—a centuries-old settlement. Most of the men here earn their living at sea, and the women look out to sea... waiting.
By Nafiz Hossain8 months ago in Horror
Those who don't come back
A team of five people—Tapan (team leader), Rudra (videographer), Sharmila (zoologist), Nabila (folk culture researcher) and Rana (guide)—went to the deepest part of the Sundarbans for research. The objective: to find the relationship between folklore and biodiversity.
By Nafiz Hossain9 months ago in Horror
The One Who Breathes Beyond the Door
In a corner of the village, a small mud house is covered in the shade of a banyan tree. It is very old, but everything inside is tidy—as if someone has left everything in order. Abir lives alone here, in his fifties, a retired school teacher. He has no wife, no children, and no relatives. Loneliness is his only companion.
By Nafiz Hossain9 months ago in Horror
