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The Man in the Reflection Isn’t Me
The Man in the Reflection Isn’t Me It began the night I decided to quit my job. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, brushing my teeth. I was exhausted, half-zoned out, staring at myself. But for a second — just a flicker — he didn’t move when I did.
By Muhammad Hakimi8 months ago in Horror
The Monsoon Lullaby. AI-Generated.
Late one monsoon evening in a quiet village on the outskirts of Dhaka, a young teacher named Leila made her way home through winding mud lanes. The rain had eased, leaving the air thick with the scent of wet earth and jasmine. As she passed the old banyan tree that marked the turn toward her house, she heard the faintest melody drifting on the breeze—a lullaby, sung in a child’s voice.
By Shahruq Hossen8 months ago in Horror
The Last Text
The rain tapped against the window like impatient fingers, the kind that drum on a table when someone is waiting for a reply. Ella checked her phone again—still nothing from Mark. He’d promised to call after his business trip, but three days had passed with only silence.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"9 months ago in Horror
The Whispers Beneath Room 13
I was never the type to believe in ghost stories. I grew up in a world where logic ruled and science explained everything. But after what happened during my final year in college, I no longer sleep with the lights off—or sleep much at all.
By Muhammad Hakimi9 months ago in Horror
The House That Hums
I never believed in haunted houses. That was the kind of thing people whispered about in old diners or posted on forums with usernames like “GhostHunter88” and “DeadInside13.” I believed in creaky pipes, bad wiring, and wind howling through gaps in the roof. That was before I moved into the house on Brookmere Lane.
By Muhammad Hakimi9 months ago in Horror
What would it be like if you saw someone else lying next to you in your sleep in the middle of the night?
When I got the new job, no one was happy. My mother said, “Don’t do this job, it’s not good to play with people’s deaths.” The people in the neighborhood laughed, and some whispered behind my back, “This boy has become a dom!”
By Ratul Shrikh9 months ago in Horror
The Room That Wasn’t There Yesterday
The Room That Wasn’t There Yesterday We moved into the old house on Meadowridge Lane in early spring. It was a fixer-upper, sure, but the bones were good—Victorian, tall windows, creaky charm. The listing said four bedrooms. That’s what the tour showed. That’s what the paperwork said. Four.
By Muhammad Hakimi9 months ago in Horror
