book reviews
Book reviews for horror fans; weather a sleepless night with literary accounts of hauntings, possessions, zombies, vampires and beyond.
The Last Supper
The Last Supper is a story about Geeta Kumari, a young Sanoli bride, leaving her in-laws in Dharampur. She is wearing a beautiful, decorated boat and is leaving her father-in-law across the river. The villagers of Dharampur have a history of drowning brides, with many of them coming to Dharmapura after getting married. The villagers, including Geeta's mother, are terrified and anxious about the future.
By Kamran Alam2 years ago in Horror
How about "Thirsty Spirits?
In the faintly lit corners of the world, where shadows dance and murmurs wait, there exists a domain that rises above the limits of the residing. It is a domain possessed by substances of an alternate kind, where the reverberations of previous existences resound through time and the hunger for comfort exceeds all logical limitations. Welcome to the perplexing universe of spirits.
By Kamran Alam2 years ago in Horror
Scariest Horror Movie
Several miles away from the city, a single road leads to the outskirts. . On the sides of this road, there are tall trees. Very old and ancient trees. . Very mysterious. . It feels like they see and understand everything. . And I smile. . Going up to the top, signs of a house begin to appear. . Not a house but a big palace. . "Green Palace" is very old. . Several hundred years old. .
By Kamran Alam2 years ago in Horror
How about "Thirsty Spirits?
In the faintly lit corners of the world, where shadows dance and murmurs wait, there exists a domain that rises above the limits of the residing. It is a domain possessed by substances of an alternate kind, where the reverberations of previous existences resound through time and the hunger for comfort exceeds all logical limitations. Welcome to the perplexing universe of spirits.
By Kamran Alam2 years ago in Horror
Knock
How deep is the sound of knocking? How many secrets are hidden in this voice? I don't know who will be at the door-someone who wants to be a guest, someone who has lost his way, someone who is a neighbor. How many joys are hidden in the sound of knocking. The child returned from school, tired husband. . Sometimes this sound is very annoying. Again and children came to the roof asking for a kite or a ball, or some impudent poor man who harassed them for no time.
By Kamran Alam2 years ago in Horror
The Ghoust Next Door
Several miles away from the city, a single road leads to the outskirts. . On the sides of this road, there are tall trees. Very old and ancient trees. . Very mysterious. . It feels like they see and understand everything. . And I smile. . Going up to the top, signs of a house begin to appear. . Not a house but a big palace. . "Green Palace" is very old. . Several hundred years old. .
By Kamran Alam2 years ago in Horror
"Shadows of horror: A Story of Loathsomeness and Secret"
The old chateau lingered on the forlorn slope, its endured façade a demonstration of the progression of time and the unspeakable detestations it held onto inside. Ivy, as wound fingers, pawed its direction up the rotting walls, creating ghostly shaded areas that moved in the pale evening glow. Murmurs of fear and stories of illogical vanishings covered the chateau in an air of dread, hindering even the most valiant spirits from wandering close.
By Kamran Alam2 years ago in Horror
The Spooky House of Kali: Staying of Spirits
Introduction: The sun plunged underneath the skyline as I remained before the monumental doors of Kali Haveli, a bedraggled chateau with a set of experiences hidden in secret. Stories murmured of its spooky corridors, stories of anxious spirits and pernicious jinn. As a carefully prepared paranormal specialist, I had confronted my reasonable portion of the powerful, however nothing could set me up for what anticipated inside those walls.
By Kamran Alam2 years ago in Horror
A horror story Dead. Content Warning.
Start writing...In the tired town of Willowbrook, settled in the midst of thick backwoods and haze covered slopes, there stood an old house, its disintegrating exterior a demonstration of a failed to remember period. Local people murmured of its dull past, asserting it was spooky by the spirits of the individuals who met their end inside its walls.
By Pairvag Islam2 years ago in Horror
