book reviews
Book reviews for horror fans; weather a sleepless night with literary accounts of hauntings, possessions, zombies, vampires and beyond.
The Jinn Who Cried from the Tree
The Jinn Who Cried from the Tree In the village of Chakar, there was a banyan tree so large it covered half the old graveyard. Its roots slithered through the earth like veins, and its branches hung like arms stretched in silent prayer.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
The Hand That Reached From the Grave
The Hand That Reached From the Grave In a quiet village nestled among Pakistan’s ancient hills, there lived an old man named Saeen Murad. Known for his silence and strength, he worked as a grave digger at the local cemetery. For years, he had dug hundreds of graves — without fear, without question.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
She Keeps Knocking at 3:17 AM. AI-Generated.
It started on a Thursday. At exactly **3:17 AM**, there was a knock at the door. Three soft taps. Darren sat up in bed, groggy and disoriented. The clock glowed red in the dark: *3:17*. His apartment sat on the third floor, down a quiet street. No one visited at this hour—especially not in this weather. Rain pelted the windows. Wind hissed through the cracks in the walls. Still, the knock came again.
By Asghar Badshah7 months ago in Horror
The Best Horror Books of All Time – The House That Eats You
Okay, sit tight, this is a true what-did-I-just-read kind of horror story. So—there’s this stylish, confident young woman named Noemí Taboada. She lives in Mexico City in the 1950s. Think rich dresses, parties, jazz music—super glamorous, right?
By Silas Blackwood7 months ago in Horror
The Words That Summoned Her"
Chapter 1: The Locked Drawer The attic smelled of dust and mothballs, the kind of air that clung to your lungs. I hadn’t planned on cleaning out Grandma’s house so soon after the funeral, but the will demanded it. The lawyer said there was no time to waste—sell it, empty it, move on.
By shahid khan7 months ago in Horror
The Red Eyes at Midnight
“The Red Eyes at Midnight” by Ali Asad Ullah There are moments in life that don’t just haunt your memory—they consume it. For me, it was the red eyes. I saw them when I was sixteen, and I’ve never been the same since. I grew up in a small, remote village surrounded by endless wheat fields and dense forests. Our home was modest, and the nights were so quiet and dark that you could hear your own heartbeat. There were no streetlights, no passing cars, just the thick presence of nature and shadows. And stories. My grandmother, a deeply spiritual woman, used to tell me tales of djinns, cursed places, and the one legend that chilled me the most—the red eyes that appeared at midnight.
By Ali Asad Ullah7 months ago in Horror
"I Found a Hidden Room in My House"
I Found a Hidden Room in My House I never expected to inherit anything from my great-uncle. He was the kind of relative you heard about only at funerals—quiet, distant, strange. When he passed away in 2022, I received a letter from his lawyer informing me that I’d inherited his house. No explanation, just a key and an address scribbled on thick parchment.
By Ali Asad Ullah7 months ago in Horror
The 3:17 Visitor” horror story
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a light sleeper. Every sound, every creak, and even the faintest whisper of wind wakes me. So when I moved into my grandfather’s old countryside house after his death, I expected many sleepless nights. What I didn’t expect was what began exactly one week later—at 3:17 a.m.
By Ali Asad Ullah7 months ago in Horror
My Favorite Short Scary Stories
My Favorite Short Scary Stories By: Zoea Marland, Class 12 There’s nothing I enjoy more than a good scary story—the adrenaline rush, the sudden chill down your spine, and that irresistible suspense that makes your heart race. If you know me, you know that I live for eerie tales, especially the kind you share during a late-night sleepover, flashlight in hand and blankets pulled up to your chin.
By Ali Asad Ullah7 months ago in Horror
