Shafi ulhaq

Joined June 2025

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Three Minutes Past the End
At 8:41 a.m., the sirens stopped. Clara counted to sixty, like the radio had told her. Then another sixty. Then one more, just in case.
By Shafi ulhaq7 months ago in Fiction
The Sound of His Boots
BY SHAFI ULHAQ At exactly 2:17 a.m., Mira woke to the sound of boots. Heavy. Slow. Familiar. Thump. Drag. Thump. She held her breath, eyes fixed on the ceiling of her childhood bedroom. Her phone screen glowed: no calls, no notifications. Just the time.
By Shafi ulhaq7 months ago in Fiction
The Candle That Wouldn’t Die
BY SHAFI ULHAQ Ana found the candle on her doorstep at dawn. It was plain and white, about the length of her hand, with a smooth surface that hadn’t yet been touched by flame. No note. No box. Just wax and wick, waiting.
By Shafi ulhaq7 months ago in Fiction
The Last Delivery
BY SHAFI ULHAQ The rain started the moment he turned onto Maple Street, thick drops blurring the windshield and rhythmically drumming against the roof of the van. Eli leaned forward, squinting past the wipers as he pulled up to house number 34—the last delivery on his route.
By Shafi ulhaq7 months ago in Fiction
The Stranger at Table Seven
By SHAFI ULHAQ The first time he came in, I thought nothing of it. Middle-aged, silver at the temples, a little stiff in his gray blazer. He walked in at 6:55 p.m., gave a polite nod, and asked softly, "Is Table Seven free?"
By Shafi ulhaq7 months ago in Fiction
The Sound Beneath the Floorboards
The first time Caleb heard the sound, he was alone in the house. It was a low, muffled thumping—steady, deliberate. Not like a creaky pipe or the random settling of old wood. This was rhythmic, alive, like a slow heartbeat under the floorboards.
By Shafi ulhaq7 months ago in Horror