Tales That Breathe at Night
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I write what lingers in the dark—true horrors veiled in fiction, fiction rooted in truth. Some tales are whispered in graveyards, others buried in silence. If it gave someone nightmares, I’ll write it. Some stories remember you, too.
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Whispers from the Old Calcutta Hotel
Chapter I: The Forgotten Ledger In the heart of Kolkata (formerly Calcutta), hidden away between the bustling Burrabazar lanes, stands an old, crumbling colonial structure—the Hotel Monsoon Haven. Built in 1913 by a wealthy English trader named Albert Weathersby, the hotel once sparkled with opulence. But now, it’s a fading relic, its windows always shut, its wooden sign eaten by time.
By Tales That Breathe at Night9 months ago in Horror
The Girl Beneath the Bell Tower
Chapter I: The Toll That Never Ended The town of Monteclare in southern Italy wasn't on any tourist map. It clung to the edge of a crumbling cliff, half-swallowed by time, the other half by silence. Once, it rang with the sound of laughter, trade, and most famously—the bell tower of Santa Lucía.
By Tales That Breathe at Night9 months ago in Horror
The Last Letter from Ashmere Lane
Chapter I: The Whisper in the Mailbox Elena Griggs never meant to move back to Ashmere Lane. But after her divorce and her father's passing, the old Griggs house stood empty—an echo of memories, dust, and grief. The town hadn’t changed much, but the street she once called home now felt unnervingly... watchful.
By Tales That Breathe at Night9 months ago in Horror
The Whisper of Shadows
The Whisper of Shadows In the sleepy hours of dusk, when the sky blushed in bruised purples and oranges, the old manor on the outskirts of Westvale took on a life of its own. It was in this uncanny twilight that young Lila first encountered the inexplicable—a haunting presence that would forever alter the contours of her reality.
By Tales That Breathe at Night9 months ago in Horror
The House That Ate the Wind
“Where the breeze once whispered secrets, now silence screams.” Chapter I. The Windmill Hill In the remote countryside of southern France, near a forgotten hamlet called Vieux-Corbeau, stands a crumbling house on a hill—one the locals only refer to in hushed tones as La Maison du Vent. The House of the Wind.
By Tales That Breathe at Night9 months ago in Horror
