Shahriar Shihab
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Welcome to a world where the line between the living and the dead is thin, houses breathe, and shadows whisper. You've come to the right place if you like stories that get under your skin and stay with you long after you turn the page.
Stories (2)
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The Midnight Visitor
The clock struck twelve, and the rain poured relentlessly against the windowpanes. Sarah sat alone in her dimly lit living room, a half-finished cup of tea growing cold in her hands. The storm outside rattled the old house, its creaking floors and groaning pipes making her uneasy.
By Shahriar Shihab8 months ago in Horror
The Whispering Shadows of Blackwood Manor
As Eleanor Carter's car sped to a stop at the edge of Blackwood Forest, torrents of rain fell relentlessly. The old manor loomed ahead, its jagged silhouette cutting through the stormy sky like a forgotten nightmare. She hadn’t planned on coming here—not after the stories, not after what had happened to her brother.
By Shahriar Shihab8 months ago in Horror
