Talha Maroof
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The Train Encounter
The Train Encounter The train was already crowded when I boarded that rainy afternoon. I slipped into the only empty seat I could find—across from a stranger who looked about my age. She had a paperback novel in her hands and a cup of coffee balanced carefully on the small fold-out table.
By Talha Maroof4 months ago in Humans
The Mirror That Remembers
The Mirror That Remembers It was just an old mirror. That’s what I kept telling myself. I found it at a dusty antique shop downtown, tucked away in the corner behind stacks of broken lamps and chipped china. Its frame was black wood, carved with patterns so intricate they almost looked alive. The glass was cloudy, but something about it pulled me in.
By Talha Maroof4 months ago in Horror
The Roommate Who Never Left
The Roommate Who Never Left I didn’t notice at first. College life has a way of blurring the days together—classes, late-night ramen, group projects that drag on, and the constant background hum of exhaustion. When I moved into my off-campus apartment, I was just grateful I wasn’t stuck in a dorm anymore.
By Talha Maroof4 months ago in Horror
Whispers from Apartment 413
Apartment 413 had turned into something of a neighborhood rumor. Three people had lived there in the past year. None stayed more than a month. Two just... vanished. Their stuff was still there, phones dead, rent unpaid. The third tenant? He left in the middle of the night without telling anyone. All he said to the landlord before speeding off was:
By Talha Maroof6 months ago in Horror
The Mirror’s Memory
When Elise bought the mirror from the estate sale, she hadn’t expected it to feel alive. It was tall and Victorian, framed in ornate brass vines, the kind you’d imagine in a haunted castle. Dust had blanketed it like it had been asleep for decades. She only bought it because it reminded her of something—though she couldn’t say what.
By Talha Maroof6 months ago in Horror
How My Grandfather’s Diary Changed the Way I See the World
I found the diary by accident. It was tucked away in an old tin box in my grandparents’ attic, buried beneath yellowed newspapers, a cracked pair of glasses, and a folded wool sweater that still carried the faint scent of my grandfather’s aftershave. The attic was dusty and dim, and I had only gone up there to find some family photos for a school project. What I found instead was a window into a world I never knew.
By Talha Maroof6 months ago in Families
The Day I Deleted All Social Media – What Happened Next Changed Me
I didn’t plan it. There was no “digital detox” challenge, no Instagram announcement about taking a break. One quiet evening, I simply snapped. After hours of scrolling through photos of people I barely knew living lives I didn’t really care about—and yet somehow envied—I put my phone down and whispered to myself, “This isn’t living.”
By Talha Maroof6 months ago in Psyche
