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 Hollow Portraits
It was supposed to be a weekend getaway—a short break to escape the busy city and take in the charm of the countryside. Eleanor had been longing for some peace, a respite from her hectic life. When her old college friend, Margaret, invited her to her family’s mansion, Eleanor couldn’t resist. The mansion had been in Margaret’s family for generations, and she often spoke of its strange beauty and the stories that surrounded it.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
The Shadow at the Threshold
Evelyn had always been curious about the old house at the end of Maple Street. For years, it stood there, abandoned and shrouded in mystery, its dark windows staring blankly at the world. The neighbors whispered about it in hushed tones, and though no one knew exactly what had happened there, everyone agreed on one thing: the house was haunted.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
The Unseen Passenger
Tom had always been a night owl. Long drives down empty highways were his way to clear his head, the solitude a balm after his hectic days in the city. He loved the peace of the road at night—until the night he took that back road through Shadow’s End.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
The Whispering Attic
Lily had always been curious about her great-grandmother’s old house. The family only visited once every few years, but each time they did, her attention drifted to the small, locked attic door at the end of the hallway. It had a rusty keyhole that no one seemed to have a key for, and Lily’s grandmother always warned her not to worry about what was up there. But curiosity gnawed at her.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Unseen
The air was thick with fog as Ethan, Lily, Mia, Marcus, and Jake stood at the rusted gates of Abernathy Memorial Hospital. Its skeletal structure loomed ahead, shrouded by decades of decay. The ivy that clung to its walls seemed to pulse with a life of its own, as if the hospital itself was breathing. Faint lights flickered in the windows, casting shadows that swirled like smoke.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
