Parth Bharatvanshi
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Parth Bharatvanshi—passionate about crafting compelling stories on business, health, technology, and self-improvement, delivering content that resonates and drives insights.
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The Lantern Keeper
A heavy fog rolled through the small fishing town of Alder Bay, settling over the crumbling docks and rusted boats like a shroud. Anna had always been drawn to the coast, the sound of waves calming her nerves, but this fog made her uneasy. It was thick, suffocating, almost as if it had a mind of its own. And then there was the lighthouse.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
The Shadows Beneath
The old Morton family estate had been vacant for years, standing as a dark silhouette against the horizon, just outside town. Everyone knew the house was haunted, or so the story went. Whispers of curses, strange accidents, and vanishing children kept people away, and the once-grand mansion fell into eerie decay, overgrown with twisted vines and rotting wood.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
The House That Whispers
The old Rowan House had sat abandoned at the end of the street for over fifty years. It was the kind of place kids dared each other to touch but never lingered around long enough to get a good look. They said the house had a voice—a soft whisper you could hear on a quiet night, murmuring secrets only the walls knew.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
The Black Violin
They say it could only be heard in silence. In the small, forgotten village of Ravensmoor, the air was filled with tales of an eerie melody that swept through the trees on moonless nights. No one knew where it came from, but everyone recognized its haunting sound—the melody of The Black Violin. Generations had passed down the warning: Never follow the music.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
The Mirror’s Echo
In the old Ashwood Manor, there was a mirror. It had hung on the wall in the upstairs hallway for as long as anyone could remember, its surface murky and clouded with age. The townsfolk said it was haunted, a relic of dark rituals practiced by the original owner, Lady Elara Ashwood, a reclusive figure who vanished mysteriously one cold winter night in 1894. The legend was simple yet chilling: look into the mirror, and it would reveal the darkest parts of your soul.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
The Last Passenger
It was the middle of winter when Victor boarded the last train of the night. The station was almost empty, save for a few scattered souls who seemed to fade in and out of the shadows as if they were just as lost as he felt. He had missed his last bus, and this train—the one that was supposed to take him home—was his only option.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
The Haunting of Hollow Creek
It was the kind of night where the moon barely pierced the heavy clouds, leaving the world cloaked in darkness. Hollow Creek was a forgotten stretch of road nestled between two old, dying towns—places that had long been abandoned by both residents and time itself. A place that was never mentioned in the maps, a forgotten route. Yet, for all its isolation, there were rumors.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
The Forgotten Clocktower
In the heart of a forgotten village, perched on the edge of a hill, stood an old clocktower. The village had long since been abandoned, and the clocktower had ceased to function over a hundred years ago. The hands of the clock had frozen at midnight, a symbol of the village's slow decline, a village that had faded from the maps and from memory.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
The Whispers Beneath the Floorboards
The night was heavy with rain, a constant tapping against the windows that seemed to mock Emma’s growing unease. She had recently moved into the old Victorian house on the outskirts of town, eager for a fresh start after a difficult breakup. The house was spacious, with creaking floorboards and an eerie charm—exactly what she had been looking for. But from the moment she stepped through the door, something had felt... wrong.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
The Door That Never Was
It began when Darren and Lila moved into their dream house, an old Victorian manor tucked away in a quiet town, surrounded by dense, ancient woods. It was perfect—or so they thought. The house had character, charm, and, most importantly, space for their family.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
The Shadows Beneath the Stairs
There was something odd about the house that stood at the end of Crescent Lane. It had once been the grandest house on the block, with gleaming windows, ivy-covered brick, and a welcoming front porch. But time had twisted it, cloaking it in dust and shadow until it was nothing but a whisper of its former self. No one had lived there for years—decades, even—and the locals spoke of a lingering curse. They called it “the house with the stairs,” though none would explain why.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
The Eyes in the Walls
Lucy always considered herself a skeptic. A firm believer in logic and reason, she had never once been convinced by the tales of haunted houses, spirits, or anything supernatural. But when her friend Claire invited her to visit an old, abandoned house on the edge of town, Lucy couldn’t resist the challenge. It was, after all, just another story—the kind Claire loved to tell.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
