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⛔ Three-day wedding procession, returned alone ⛔
⛔ Three-day wedding procession, returned alone ⛔ An upazila in the middle of Bangladesh, its name is Trishal. Just by pronouncing the name, it seems like the rhythm of poetry rings out. It is not very far from Mymensingh city, but once you set foot there, it seems like time has stopped. A mysterious beauty can be found in the combination of rivers, beels, dirt roads and lonely trees.
By Ratul Shrikh9 months ago in Horror
The Haunting Within
It started as a low hum, a whisper in the dark corners of his mind. At first, James thought it was just stress, the kind that creeps in after too many sleepless nights and too much caffeine. But soon, the whisper grew louder and more insistent, wrapping around his thoughts like the tightening coils of a serpent.
By Hasan Ali9 months ago in Horror
The Bus Killer
The night was freezing for late October, the chill that creeps under your skin and makes even the bravest shiver. The fog clung to the streets like the ghost of a forgotten memory, swirling around flickering streetlights as the city buses rumbled through the nearly deserted roads.
By Hasan Ali9 months ago in Horror
Spirit of Darkness
The Cursed History of Chhayaganj Chhayaganj is a remote village in the southern part of Bengal. At the end of this densely forested village stands Raibari - the erstwhile zamindar's house, now a haunted place. Locals avoid this route, especially after sunset. The story begins on a terrible new moon night in 1975...
By MD. Tanvir Hossain9 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
A wonderful ghost story
My bottom hurts. Don't look at me please! You mean your bottom? My bottom means my bottom. Look at me, it hurts so much, I can't stand it.
By Ratul Shrikh9 months ago in Horror
The Forgotten Door in Apartment 3B
When I moved into apartment 3B, I wasn’t expecting magic — just cheaper rent. The building was old, the kind with peeling paint, dim hallway lights, and a musty smell that clung to the walls like an unwanted tenant. The landlord, Mr. Ahmed, was a quiet man in his 60s who wore the same brown sweater every time I saw him. When he handed me the keys, he paused and said something strange.
By Inamullah Afridi9 months ago in Horror
The Mountain Within"
Everyone in the town of Meeran Valley knew the name Arman Haleem. His story was etched in the hearts of the people not because he was born with privilege or power, but because he rose from the deepest depths of despair to the shining heights of success.
By Real life 🧬 stories 9 months ago in Horror
Whispering Pines
Part 1: The Arrival There were seven of us—friends since college—craving adventure and escape from the noise of our busy lives. The mountains were calling, and we answered, planning a full week in the wilderness. We packed tents, food, torches, and spirits high with excitement. The first two days were pure bliss: laughter by the bonfire, warm cups of tea, and storytelling under a sky full of stars.
By Noman Afridi9 months ago in Horror
The Woman at the Bridge
It was past midnight when my car rolled over the ancient wooden bridge—a narrow, creaking relic strung across a river lost in mist and time.
By Noman Afridi9 months ago in Horror
The Haunted Election Night
The deep silence of the night shattered as the ancient bell in the village tolled just once. It was the night before the election, and a chilling stillness hung in the air, as if nature itself was hinting at some approaching horror.
By Hasan Ali9 months ago in Horror
The Whispering Shadows of Kalighat
Anika had always loved the bustling streets of Kolkata, with its chaotic traffic, sweet scent of chai, and the constant chime of temple bells. But Kalighat, the old neighborhood that cradled the city’s iconic Kali Temple, held a special, eerie charm. She had grown up hearing whispers about the ancient lanes, where the past and present brushed shoulders, and the living sometimes shared space with those long gone.
By Hasan Ali9 months ago in Horror