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A Haunting Tale of Forbidden Desires and Inescapable Consequences** In a nameless, rain-lashed city where poverty clings to its residents like a second skin, an aging couple—**Haris and Amina**—struggle to survive in the shadow of relentless hardship. Their only solace is their devoted son, **Zain**, who works grueling shifts at a glass factory, his hands perpetually scarred by shards and heat. Though well past the age when most men marry, Zain has forgone a family of his own, pouring every ounce of his meager earnings into keeping his parents afloat. Their life is a cycle of evictions and crumbling rented rooms—until they move into *House No. 13*, a deceptively airy dwelling with a past that whispers through its warped floorboards. The Box That Should Have Stayed Buried** While cleaning, Amina discovers a **carved wooden box** hidden beneath a loose floorboard. Its surface is etched with a warning: *"Do not let greed conquer you."* Ignoring her husband’s pleas to leave it untouched, she pries it open to find a **40-bead rosary** and three slips of paper labeled: 1. *Your life’s first wish* 2. *Your life’s second wish* 3. *Your life’s third wish* Instructions scrawled inside the lid read: *"Write your desires. Misuse them, and fate will reclaim its due."* The First Wish: A Glimpse of Hope** Amina’s trembling hand writes: *"Let my son rise from this poverty."* Within days, Zain is promoted to foreman at the factory. The family rejoices—until Amina, emboldened, makes her **second wish**: *"Let my son marry into wealth, and let gold fill our home."* Soon, Zain is wed to the factory owner’s daughter, and coins spill from Amina’s once-empty cupboards. But the house grows colder. Zain’s new wife **flinches at his touch**, as if sensing something wrong. Then, news arrives: **the glass factory has burned to the ground**, and Zain—trapped inside—is reduced to ashes. The Third Wish: A Mother’s Fatal Love** Blinded by grief, Amina scribbles her **final wish**: *"Bring my son back to me."* At midnight, **something knocks**. The door creaks open to reveal Zain—or what’s left of him. His skin peels like melted wax; his eyes are hollow pits. He stumbles forward, whispering, *"You called me back… but the dead belong *there*."* Before Amina can scream, his charred hands close around her throat. Haris, waking to the noise, finds his wife **dead on the threshold**—her face frozen in terror. The box lies open beside her, its rosary beads now **cracked and blackened**. The third slip of paper is gone. In the days that follow, Haris vanishes. Neighbors claim to see **three figures** lingering near House No. 13 at dusk: a weeping old man, a woman clutching her throat, and a shadow with smoldering hands. The box, when found by new tenants, contains **fresh slips of paper**—and the cycle begins anew.

The library itself is alive, feeding on every story that is written within its pages, and each time a story is read or written, it becomes real. You, the author, are trapped inside, forced to write forever. ... And every chapter you write creates a new dimension of horror. Anyone who dares to read from HELL’S LIBRARY will become a character in the story.

Under the blood-streaked moon, Raelyn is trapped in a nightmarish slaughterhouse, surrounded by twisted corpses and relentless killer. As the butcher carves through his victims with sickening precision, Raelyn must escape the carnage before becoming part of his grotesque collection. Echoes of the Damned is a relentless journey of terror, drenched in blood and unimaginable horror.

A psychological thriller that will keep you on the edge of your seats. A horror-thriller short story to tangle you with your own fears for longer than you think. Dive in if you're brave enough. But remember, The Intruder isn't who you think it is.

A mirror, not a poem. Fragments of thought scattered across the void, longing to be understood—perhaps even feared. This is the voice of the forgotten. Where identity crumbles, illusions shimmer, and the sky itself whispers lies. To read Fragments of Solivagus is not to follow a path, but to wander through a labyrinth of questions. Enter not to escape, but to remember. Because sometimes, madness is just clarity with no one left to hear it. { you can find me on Substack } (https://solivaguspoet.substack.com) [Some fragments will live only there—closer to the source] My home base!

When Elena accepts a dare to spend the night in an abandoned house on the outskirts of town, she expects nothing more than dust, creaking floorboards, and old ghost stories. But as soon as she steps inside, something feels… wrong. The whispers start—soft at first, calling her name from the shadows. Then come the footsteps, the flickering lights, the doors that open on their own. At first, she convinces herself it's just her imagination. But when her best friend receives an eerie voice recording—her voice speaking words she never said—Elena realizes she isn’t alone. Something in the house is watching her. Following her. Mimicking her. As the night unfolds, the house becomes a labyrinth of shifting hallways and locked doors. Time twists, reality distorts, and the echoes of something long forgotten grow louder. Trapped inside, Elena must uncover the house’s dark past before the whispers consume her completely. Because the longer she stays, the clearer the whispers become. And they don’t just want to speak. They want her to listen.

In the dark, tech nfused city of Neo-Kaos, mercenary Dante "Ash" Ryder is hired to find Lila, a mysterious woman with dangerous powers. But as he digs deeper, Dante uncovers a hidden world beneath the city's streets—a labyrinth of ancient catacombs where forgotten horrors stir. As dark creatures and twisted forces begin to awaken, Dante must confront not only the city's deepest secrets but his own buried past. With Lila’s powers and a cursed blade in hand, he races against time to stop an ancient force from consuming everything. In Neo-Kaos, survival means facing the darkness inside and out.

Waking up in a shattered world where the sky bleeds red and the ground whispers forgotten names, he has no memories, no past—only the certainty that something is terribly wrong. The air is thick with the scent of decay, and in the distance, figures that should not exist twitch and convulse, waiting. Survival is not guaranteed. This place follows no laws but its own. The weak are devoured, the strong become prey to something worse. Here, to exist is to struggle against the inevitable. But when an ancient, half-broken throne calls his name, and a power unlike any other stirs beneath his skin, the truth becomes clear— This world has not forgotten him. It has been waiting. But so have they. And they do not intend to let him rise.

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! Every chapter of this book is a doorway to a new nightmare. From cursed forests to haunted mansions, and from eerie myths to true-life terrors, this collection of horror stories will take you to places you wish you never found. The question is, can you make it through to the last page?" NOTE: This book is a collection of real life horror stories and urban legends. It will be graphic to some readers, so........ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

After a failed career move and a desperate need for a fresh start, Lena Carter moves into Oakwood Apartments—an old, quiet building on the edge of the city. The rent is cheap, the neighbors keep to themselves, and everything seems normal. Until she meets Damien Hale, the enigmatic tenant in the apartment above hers. Damien is strange, intense, and knows far too much about Oakwood’s secrets. Secrets like Apartment 3B, which has been empty for months—despite Lena hearing noises from inside. Secrets like the mysterious disappearance of Ryan Thomas, the last person to live there. Then one night, Damien gives her a key. To Apartment 3B. Inside, Lena finds more than just dust and forgotten walls. She finds footsteps that don’t belong to her. A chair that vanishes when she looks away. And whispers in the dark that seem to know her name. Now, trapped between paranoia and reality, Lena realizes she’s caught in something far more dangerous than she ever imagined. And Damien? He isn’t just a neighbor. He’s the only one who can help her survive. But only if she follows the rules. And rule number three is the one she’s already broken: If you ever find a door open when you know you closed it—don’t go inside. PS: it's parentally suggested cause it is really psychologically dark so read at your own mental risk muaaah :)

Hannah is absorbed in her school project when she hears her mother calling her downstairs. However, there’s something unsettling in her mother’s tone, a growing urgency that she can’t ignore. Intrigued yet cautious, Hannah begins to make her way down the stairs. Suddenly, she’s pulled into the nearby laundry room, a hand clamped over her mouth to stifle her reaction. To her shock, it’s her mother—eyes red and filled with terror. With a trembling whisper, her mother warns, “Don’t go down there, honey. I heard it too.” A cold chill washes over Hannah as she realizes that something, or someone, is downstairs, calling to her in her mother’s voice. But if her real mother is here, then who—or what—could be waiting beneath the stairs?

Unofficial translation of Patalghar a Bangladeshi Novel. A scientist named Aghor Sen concocted an instrument that used sound waves to transport people to alternate universes he had previously gone to. This tremor of the cosmos is what gets things going. A heartbeat of solid matter is the other side of the mirror. Loneliness is an opportunity, a moment of truth, and even spiritual awakening. I had this time once, and it was during the game titled King of the Castle. The camera concealed the last walk of the week, with rain. He was asleep and dreaming of Nyapcha and the life he was leading before coming to Earth. Then, suddenly, he was awake. He wasn't tired at all. As a matter of fact, it seems he was falling. He decided to recall some of his thoughts in order to concentrate, but forgot about falling. In the present era, Dr. Bhootnath Nondy comes across Aghor's diary detailing the device. A good man from the villagers named Raijag moved the window and let children come inside to see the larger-than-life rhymes inside the auditorium. The dictionary provides a list of the simplest words in the French language. Those have to be learned. Raj went to the ticket counter to complain about his stolen motorcycle but was immediately given one.Due to the cleverness of Kartik, the estate of Nischintipur is inherited by him. The game won't be over until every player is satisfied with the way a resale of the property is going to be made. Although the change in the name appears to be an innocuous one, the issue was highly problematic. The amount of money that has to be spent is significant. Literature and the puppet theatre were his hobbies, and in the publication of newspapers, his name was Sandilya. One day, someday, may be one day, I thought. I was rather betting on the underdog, who subsequently defeated ousted the favorite. He realized that the strange noise was just a part of a very long distance being transported using an experiment he had contributed to. However, he was unable to sleep that night. He went out for a walk and was then attracted to a distant sound, so he decided to check it out. Kartik with his encyclopedic knowledge gets the lead, and investigates the hints, which is like an opening to the diary of the story. Aghar, who was a great scientist, started his own laboratory, Patalghar, not so long ago. The player assumes the role of a detective who solves the puzzles and saves the museum from a grave danger. One peaceful day, the technological situation took a turn for the worst. People, generally, wear masks on the street these days and I wonder what world is this.

In a world where the echoes of ancient wars still resonate, the battle for humanity's survival continues. Demons, vile creatures of unimaginable power, have plagued the earth for centuries. Unlike anything known to man, these demons feed on the negativity, hatred, and despair of the human soul, growing stronger with every flicker of darkness they find. With their monstrous strength and supernatural abilities, they lay waste to towns, cities, and villages, leaving nothing but destruction in their wake. But there is hope. A sacred order of warriors known as the wardens people blessed with a power called grace with the ability to imbue weapons and armor stands as humanity’s last line of defense. Damian a well know warden with a hard attitude towards life and plagued with a troubling past of loss, carves his way to avenge his family and fallen squad that met their end by the hand of a great demon that eludes him on his deathmatch mission he meets the twin girls named Clara and Elena who posses grace. He must protect them while trying to hunt down the accursed demon that took everything

Jisan, a fearless 23-year-old, has always laughed at the idea of ghosts. His friends, tired of his bravado, challenge him to spend the night in a long-abandoned, haunted house. Convinced that there’s nothing to fear, Jisan enters the mansion with his friends, only to realize that some fears are not so easily dismissed. As the night unfolds, the house comes alive with strange sounds, eerie shadows, and a sinister presence. Jisan’s courage is tested as he faces something far more terrifying than he could have ever imagined. Will Jisan be able to escape, or will he fall victim to the dark forces lurking within the haunted walls?

Two brothers visit a mysterious town where eerie phenomena unfold. Drawn into ancient secrets, they must uncover hidden truths, face unseen forces, and rely on their unbreakable bond to survive.