Noman Afridi
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I’m Noman Afridi — welcome, all friends! I write horror & thought-provoking stories: mysteries of the unseen, real reflections, and emotional truths. With sincerity in every word. InshaAllah.
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The Black Bird That Landed on My Window Every Night
It began in winter. The nights were longer than usual, and the wind carried whispers no one wanted to hear. I was staying at my grandmother’s old countryside house, a lonely wooden structure nestled between dying trees and distant hills.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
The Jinn Whose Shadow Visited My Roof Every Night
It started with footsteps—soft, steady, and unmistakably human. Every night, around 2:30 a.m., I would hear them walking slowly across the roof of our house. One step at a time. Then a pause. Then another. It sounded like someone was pacing—back and forth, back and forth.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
The Old Mirror That Reflected More Than Just Me
It was the kind of antique shop you only enter by accident. Hidden between a boarded-up bookstore and a bakery that always smelled like burnt sugar, the shop had no name. Just a cracked wooden sign with faded letters and a bell that jingled even when the wind was still.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
The Girl Lost in the Woods Who Was Not Human
I was 26 when I moved into my grandfather’s old cabin deep in the northern forests. It was the kind of place people forgot, surrounded by thick pine trees and silence so pure, you could hear your heartbeat. I wanted to escape the noise of the city, the suffocation of people, and just... exist.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
The Last Prayer My Father Whispered Changed My Life Forever
I remember the way he lay on that narrow hospital bed, his body fragile, his breathing shallow, but his spirit—unshakably calm. My father, a simple man with rough hands and a soft heart, was never known for grand speeches or fancy gestures. He was known for waking up before dawn, for his quiet prayers, and for never missing a day of work—no matter how tired he was.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Families
The Night I Spent in a Graveyard—And What I Saw
I had always been drawn to the unusual—abandoned buildings, forgotten alleyways, and places people were too afraid to explore. But nothing tempted me more than the local graveyard on the outskirts of our town. A massive, crumbling patch of land, overgrown with wild bushes, broken tombstones leaning like old men, and the kind of silence that echoed in your ears. It was said to be haunted, of course. Every town has one.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
The Night a Jinn's Shadow Entered My Room
It was a humid summer night in Lahore, the kind where the air feels thick and everything moves a little slower. I had just returned from my evening shift at the local bookstore and collapsed on my bed, exhausted but unable to sleep. The ceiling fan above me squeaked with every rotation, and outside, the occasional honk of a rickshaw echoed through the street.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
