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The Haunting of Hollow Grove
Where the trees bend low and shadows rove, There is a tale the wind does tell, Of a restless spirit, a cursed spell. A soul that wanders, lost in grief,
By Biswajit Das10 months ago in Horror
Beneath the City of Light: The Haunted Labyrinth of Paris’s Catacombs
The Paris Catacombs: A Journey Through History and Spookiness Underneath Paris's charming boulevards lies a grotesque subterranean world separate from the city's radiant beauty—the Paris Catacombs. This 200-mile network of tunnels houses the bones of six million individuals and a life of utilitarianism and horrorful charm. From its humble roots as a solution to a public health crisis to present-day status as one of the most haunted locations on the planet, the Catacombs are as bizarre as they are extensive.
By Kyrol Mojikal10 months ago in Horror
The Haunting World of Horror
**The Haunting World of Horror** Horror has been an integral part of human culture, captivating and terrifying audiences for centuries. Whether through folklore, literature, cinema, or visual art, horror serves as a powerful medium to explore our deepest fears, anxieties, and the unknown.
By ziad alsed10 months ago in Horror
Echoes of the Damned: The Haunted History of Montpelier Hill and Ireland’s Hellfire Club
The Haunted History of Montpelier Hill: Ireland's Hellfire Club Situated in the Dublin Mountains, Montpelier Hill (Irish: Cnoc Montpelier) is a place that is steeped in ancient mysticism, high-society scandal, and spine-chilling paranormal history. Known to live on in legend as the Hellfire Club, its 18th-century hunting lodge is today a rickety ruin that is forever linked with Ireland's most infamous ghost stories. Here's the tale behind its dark history and the creepy activity that lingers.
By Kyrol Mojikal10 months ago in Horror
The Haunting of Ashford Manor
Ashford Manor has always been a subject of local legends. His towering stone walls and Epheus windows embedded in the hills of the sleepy village of Briarwood seemed to have seen the city with a sense of calm prediction. The Manor House was abandoned for decades, and the once large hall became hollow with forgotten memories. Villagers whispered the story - there was also a language of treasure hidden deep within the walls, but others claimed that the curse had hit the property long ago.
By Biswajit Das10 months ago in Horror
The Haunting of Ashford House
At the edge of the city was an old house known as the Ashford House, which was weathered by itself. His windows looked deep, like dark, free eyes. For years, no one dared to go near me. The native spoke in steaming tones about the strange events that the house had troubled for as long as everyone could remember. The most enduring story was Eleanor Ashford, the woman of the house. She lived there in the early 20th century with her husband Richard. The couple was known for their charity and vain parties, but something creepy towered over them. Neighbors often whispered to the horrifying noises that came out of the house late at night - the noise of the stairs climbing the floor, the soft murmursing, the prominent sounds of crying women.
By Biswajit Das10 months ago in Horror
The Phantom of Cedar Hollow
On the calm hills of the scenery, there was a village. There was a village, where the mist thickened at night, and there was a place where little moonlight was thrust through the trees. Cedar Hollow was known for its beauty as it was called - its thick forests, curved paths, and old cedar trees lined up all the streets. Nevertheless, there was an aura in the way above the village, and a permanent sense of something completely incorrect.
By Biswajit Das10 months ago in Horror
Horror on the Desert Road
It was the night of September 19, 2023. He had just gotten married and had gone to his home country after the wedding. When he was returning from his country, he acquired a new 2023 model Toyota Raize from the showroom on a five-year installment plan. His work was going well, by the grace of Allah, Alhamdulillah. Then, what happened was his in-laws came to Mecca with their whole family to perform Umrah. It was, of course, prearranged that he would come. He lives in Dammam, which is quite far. But those who are in Saudi Arabia know how far the cities of Dammam and Riyadh are from Mecca. From Al-Ahsa, Mecca is about 1300 km away. No matter how good the roads are there, it's not easy to just drive over such a long distance. It takes a long time to drive. And Ataur Rahman's father-in-law had been in Saudi Arabia for 25 years. He was a driver for a company, so he knew all about the roads in Saudi Arabia and the techniques of driving there. So, his father-in-law said, "Son, when you come, come by bus. There's no need to come in a private car." He must have thought it through, considering he was coming from Dammam, and he had a lot of experience with the roads there. Ataur Rahman was new; he had no experience. The person who drove in Saudi Arabia for 25 years and gained experience driving to various remote cities of Saudi Arabia, he would naturally understand better than him what kind of problems there are on which roads. Based on that experience, he said, "Son, you should come to Mecca by bus."
By Lily10 months ago in Horror
Agrasen Ki Baoli: Echoes of the Past, Haunts of the Present
Located in the heart of New Delhi is Agrasen Ki Baoli, a 14th-century stepwell that is half a marvel of history and half an enigma. Weary stone stairs, ancient corridors, and foreboding silences have made it a historian's paradise, an adventure-seeker's paradise, and a muse for Bollywood directors. But behind the facade of architectural beauty lies a cloak of legends—half truth, half myth—which make it India's most haunted places.
By Kyrol Mojikal10 months ago in Horror
The Nesting
It must be the perfect short vacation - a small shed in the forest far from the noise and chaos of the city. Sarah and Jason, both tired of the constant stress of everyday life, booked the cabin for a weekend full of peace and relaxation. The booking was simple, and the cabin description was fascinating. The rustic hideaway was surrounded by dense forests several miles from its nearest neighbor, with an old stone fireplace and a large window overlooking the quiet lake.
By Biswajit Das10 months ago in Horror
The Vanishing Fish Mystery
The incident didn't happen too long ago, it's very recent. The brother who sent us the story wishes to remain anonymous, so I won't mention his name. He's currently in the Xinjiang province. What they usually do is, after coming back from the office, they go fishing in the Grand Canal, which is huge and has many different sections. Near his house, at that part of the canal, he goes fishing. His apartment is a two-room flat, and he lives alone. Sometimes his university juniors come to his place to chat. He really enjoys it when Bangladeshi brothers are in a foreign land and visit his apartment. Living alone, after a while, a person starts to feel lonely, and that can turn into frustration. Because of this, he always tries to keep in touch with brothers from his university, whether they are his classmates or juniors. His office ends at six, and he gets home around six-thirty. After resting for a bit, he goes out for a chat. Most of the time, they fish in different parts of the Grand Canal using fishing rods with reels. The government releases a lot of fish there, and many people fish there. On weekends or public holidays, many people try to fish there. They often try to catch fish, cast their lines, and chat. So, I'm going to tell you about one such incident. They went fishing; there were two of them that day. Usually, there are three of them together, but that day, for some reason, the third person didn't come. So, when the two of them went fishing, they found that they had been trying for three consecutive days but couldn't catch a single fish. On the fourth day, when they went fishing, unlike the other days when there were three of them, there were only two of them. They tried fishing for a long time, trying as they did on other days, but it wasn't working.
By Lily10 months ago in Horror
The Whispering Shadows
At the edge of Ashford's small town, there was an old house, a home that everyone could remember. His stone walls collapsed, and the ivy climbed the page with thick complications, pouring windows into the shadows of eternal darkness. The local kids dared to approach each other, but no one ever made it on the broken road that led to the creaking gate or the front door.
By Biswajit Das10 months ago in Horror