Rajoan Islam
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Hey, Life is very beautiful, you have to enjoy it while it lasts.
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"Inmate~111"
"Inmate~111" The air in Cell Block D was heavy with the smell of mildew and hopelessness, and the walls were wet. Every night, the eerie moans of the old structure blended with the sound of pouring water echoing through the little passageways. It was a place that spit out regret and swallowed optimism. However, none of the prisoners were aware that the real terror would come from the evil force that lay beneath, not from the penalty for their previous transgressions.
By Rajoan Islam10 months ago in Horror
"Story-1818"
"Story-1818" A little, remote community tucked away in the English countryside in 1818 was plagued by unexplainable weird happenings. The villagers were unsophisticated people who were confined by tradition and lived off the land. However, they had long since come to fear the story of 1818 more than anything else.
By Rajoan Islam10 months ago in Horror
"A Wolf Shepherd Boy"
"A Wolf Shepherd Boy" A lad named Kieran lived in a little, abandoned village tucked away between whispering woodlands and gloomy hills. As the village's shepherd, it was his responsibility to keep an eye on the sheep. He spent his days caring for the animals on the precipitous slope that led far into the forest. Until recently, Kieran had never been terrified of the woods.
By Rajoan Islam10 months ago in Horror
"The Perilous Book"
"The Perilous Book" It was an ancient, dusty shop on the quietest street in a town that had been forgotten by time, tucked between a bakery and a butcher. The paint on the sign above the door, which said, "The Antiquarian’s Attic," was faded and chipped. Most folks did not give it any thought as they went by. However, Thomas saw the location as a repository of lost tales, artifacts, and mysteries.
By Rajoan Islam10 months ago in Horror
"The Fair"
"The Fair" It was the first day of the yearly Fair in the small, peaceful village of Hollow Creek. Despite the eerie stories that seemed to be circulating about the fair, people traveled from far and wide to attend. The rides, cotton candy, clowns, and dazzling lights were all adored by the kids. However, the elder residents were more wary, muttering stories about weird happenings that no one outside the fairgrounds dared to discuss, about guests who had come and never returned, and about things that were invisible.
By Rajoan Islam10 months ago in Horror
"The Shadows That Whisper"
"The Shadows That Whisper" In the ancient, deserted town of Ravenbrook, it was a silent, bleak night. The stars appeared to be obscured by a layer of dense, black clouds, and the wind roared through the twisted trees. An old mansion, The Blackwood House, a dilapidated reminder of a bygone era, loomed in this unsettling quiet.
By Rajoan Islam10 months ago in Horror
"The Joker of Death"
"The Joker of Death" A perverse legend had started to circulate—The Death Joker—in the center of the metropolis, where the streets were constantly bustling and the neon lights never slept. It was not an old story recounted around campfires or handed down through the generations. No, this was a terrifyingly genuine living nightmare that had been brought to life in the digital age.
By Rajoan Islam10 months ago in Horror
"The Quiet Emptiness"
"The Quiet Emptiness" It was unlike anything the crew of the space station Horizon had ever seen. Horizon, a tiny, cutting-edge research facility circling a far-off exoplanet, was intended to serve as humanity's entryway to the secrets of deep space. Only eight people made up the crew, which included communications officers, scientists, and engineers. Nothing unusual happened during the first few months; normal repairs and data collecting took place without any problems.
By Rajoan Islam10 months ago in Horror
"The Door"
"The Door" The house was old. The kind that settled beneath the weight of its years, groaning and creaking throughout the night. I was excited to start over in a new town, having recently moved there. There was something about the house that made me think it was ideal, even if it was too inexpensive for its size. When I inquired about the location's history, the realtor had been evasive, almost aloof. "Just an old house," she had remarked, smiling artificially. "Nothing out of the ordinary."
By Rajoan Islam10 months ago in Horror
"Room No.222"
"Room No.222" I checked into the Lakeside Inn, a tiny, ostensibly attractive motel tucked away by the edge of a peaceful lake, in the middle of July. The kind of area where tranquility and quiet are expected. After a lengthy drive, the thought of spending the night in a peaceful village before continuing my journey seemed ideal. Dark wood paneling, a roaring fireplace, and the aroma of pine and ancient books gave the foyer an aura of the past.
By Rajoan Islam10 months ago in Horror
"The Aircraft of Horror-1976"
"The Aircraft of Horror-1976" I assumed it was simply another ordinary flight. As we stepped onto Flight 224 from New York to Los Angeles, the early morning sun had just begun to rise. The usual hum of people whispering to one another, clicking seat belts, and the low whirr of the engines filled the air as the cabin was packed. I tried to get over the fatigue from my overnight shift by settling into my chair, the familiar smooth fabric beneath me.
By Rajoan Islam10 months ago in Horror
