book reviews
Book reviews for horror fans; weather a sleepless night with literary accounts of hauntings, possessions, zombies, vampires and beyond.
The Jinn’s Daughter in the Mountain
It was meant to be a simple trip—just me and my friend Faisal, exploring the serene beauty of the northern mountains. We had packed light, brought a camera, some snacks, and hearts full of excitement. The fresh air, the towering trees, and the echoing silence of nature made it feel like we had escaped the world.
By Noman Afridi9 months ago in Horror
The Last Train from Bakuldanga Halt
Whispers from an Abandoned Station Tucked deep within the forgotten forests of Bengal, Bakuldanga Halt is a name that has vanished from railway maps. Long abandoned and swallowed by nature, it remains a place of superstition and fear. Locals warn travelers not to go near it—especially after dark. But when journalist Riju finds himself stranded nearby, curiosity leads him straight into a nightmare.
By Funny Jokes9 months ago in Horror
The Man Who Found a Crying Mirror
The Man Who Found a Crying Mirror Adam had always been fascinated by old things. Antique shops drew him like a magnet. On one rainy afternoon, while wandering the backstreets of a forgotten town, he stumbled across a narrow shop tucked between a bakery and a boarded-up tailor. It had no name—just dusty windows and the faint scent of candle wax and old wood.
By Noman Afridi9 months ago in Horror
The Coffin That Spoke
1. The Shortcut It was just a shortcut. That’s what I told myself as I pushed open the rusted gate of the old cemetery that separated two neighborhoods in our town. I had taken the path a dozen times before, during the day. But that night was different. The wind was colder, the silence deeper. My phone’s battery had died, and I was already running late. So I stepped in.
By Noman Afridi9 months ago in Horror
The Last Notification
Emma had always been a light sleeper. Even the hum of the fridge could wake her. So, when her phone buzzed at 3:11 AM on a Wednesday morning, she immediately sat up, heart thudding. The soft blue light of her phone screen glowed on the nightstand, piercing the shadows of her tiny studio apartment.
By Sarwar Zeb9 months ago in Horror
The Midnight Guest
It was soft—barely audible—like a fingernail tapping on glass. James sat up in bed, blinking against the dim glow of his nightlight. The wind howled outside his old country house, rattling the windows and moaning through the cracks. He rubbed his eyes and strained his ears.
By Funny Jokes9 months ago in Horror
I Found a Diary Under My Floorboards… And I Wish I Hadn’t Read It
When I bought the house, I was looking for quiet. A single-story cottage, built in 1912, just outside a forgotten Pennsylvania town. The real estate agent called it “charming with potential,” which, of course, meant it needed work.
By MALIK Saad9 months ago in Horror
"The Tiler's Pattern"
"The Tiler's Pattern" For thirty years, Luca had been tiling floors. He had tiled foyers, baths, and kitchens. He used to make a joke about having laid down more ceramic in his lifetime than most people walk on. The air in his van was constantly heavy with the smell of dried labour, with a subtle hint of dust and grout.
By MD. MOKAROM IMAM9 months ago in Horror
The Scorpion in the Jar – A Sting from the Past
I never believed in bad omens—until the day I opened that old jar. It was a dusty afternoon in my grandfather’s abandoned farmhouse, a place where silence echoed louder than sound. After his passing, no one had visited it for years. My curiosity led me back to that crumbling house, hoping to find pieces of his forgotten past. I never expected to find something that would change my life.
By Noman Afridi9 months ago in Horror
The Educated Ghost
I was in my second year of intermediate. It was the night of the new moon. It was pitch dark all around. I couldn't see anything in front of me. It was almost 11 pm. But 11 pm is very late in my country house. Everyone had turned off the lights and was preparing to sleep. I was walking along the road. By walking, I mean I was returning home. It was a friend's birthday. I was returning home after chatting and eating at that friend's house. All the shops were closed. Only a few dogs were roaming around the road. I crossed the main road and entered the alley. Now, to go to my house, I had to cross this alley. I could hear the chirping of insects. It was a creepy feeling. Of course, I was never afraid of ghosts. Many times, I had come through this alley at around 2/3 am and bought cigarettes from the cigarette shop at the intersection. That day, no such fear crossed my mind. I was walking down the alley. I had a lit cigarette in my hand. I was looking at the road from time to time in the light of my mobile phone and humming the song "Dekha toh tujhe yaar, dil me baje guitar" Just then, in the middle of the alley, I suddenly heard someone say, "Excuse me, brother." I turned the light of my mobile phone around. I looked around but there was no one there. I thought that someone might have said it in one of the houses on either side of the alley. I started walking again. After taking two steps, I heard that call again, "Excuse me, brother," and a small crack in my throat. This time, I stopped. I felt a slight fear, but it was not from a ghost or a kidnapper. I thought again that if I run from here now and it was someone I knew, they would tell everyone about the run and puncture my prestige. My throat was not working. Still, I summoned up artificial courage and said in a serious voice, "Who?" The answer came, "Brother, I am your younger brother's friend. I am in great danger. I need your help." I asked with a little annoyance in my voice this time, "Are you talking like a ghost in this tone?" The answer was, "Brother, I am a ghost. Why should I talk like a ghost when I am a ghost? I didn't know what to say. "Who are you, where are you?" I was just thinking of shouting, "Save me," when he said again, "Brother, put out the cigarette in your hand and throw it away, then I will be able to come to you. You know that ghosts get scared when they see a snake." You can't see me. When you look at me, you can see that the hairs on my body stand on end in fear. Does hair stand on end in fear? I have heard for a long time that hair stands on end in fear. He said that the hairs of your people stand on end in fear. The hairs of our ghosts stand on end in fear and start to stand on end in fear. I didn't throw away the cigarette but gave it a strong pull. The ghost said in a somewhat pleading tone, "Brother, please don't show me fear like this, I have a heart problem." I said, "Who are you, tell me the truth?" I know you are someone I know. You are trying to mistreat me. I don't believe in ghosts. He said, "Don't talk like that, brother. If we call ourselves ghosts, why don't you respect us? Who can deny our existence if you think like this? Did I ever say that humans don't have anything to say, humans don't breathe?" I understood, a ghost with a lot of self-respect. I asked him what do you need from me? How can I help you? He replied, "Brother, I will tell you to please put out the cigarette in your hand and throw it away." The camel has become a camel. If you hold it like this, you will get a little bit of it on your finger. I looked at the cigarette. It is really finished. After a while, I really started to smoke. I threw it away and put it out with my foot. Then I said, now tell me what is your problem? The ghost started telling his story. My name is camel. While I was alive, my name was camel, but when I died, my name became camel. I asked how long ago you died? He replied, "I think you are a few lakhs of years old." Then he said, "My name is camel, I am talking while eating chana." I was surprised and asked if ghosts drink tea again? Utghat said why not? Ghosts drink tea and make people laugh. Ghosts have to stay up all night to scare people. Why do they stay up all night to scare people? I just swallowed a little.
By M Kamrul Islam 9 months ago in Horror
