Iazaz hussain
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The Shadow in Room 313
It was already past midnight when Sarah’s car broke down on the lonely stretch of highway. Her phone had lost signal hours ago, and rain lashed against the windshield like a warning. She spotted the faint glow of a sign through the storm—“The Hollow Inn — Vacancy.”
By Iazaz hussain4 months ago in Horror
The Clockmaker’s Paradox
In the fog-drenched town of Evershade, where cobblestone streets whispered secrets and lanterns flickered like fading memories, there lived an old man known simply as The Clockmaker. His name was Elias Thorn, a quiet soul who spent his days surrounded by ticking gears, brass pendulums, and the soft hum of time itself.
By Iazaz hussain4 months ago in Fiction
The House That Waited
1. The Forgotten Lane When Aisha moved back to her hometown of Abbottabad after ten long years, she only wanted peace — a small house, a quiet street, and a new start. She’d lost her husband in an accident, and the city memories haunted her more than any ghost could.
By Iazaz hussain4 months ago in Horror
Whispers of the Broken Clock
---The Forgotten Café Rain dripped from the edges of the old café’s awning, tracing slow rivers down the glass window. Inside, the air smelled of coffee, cinnamon, and nostalgia. Every afternoon at 4 p.m., Emma sat at the same corner table by the window — a ritual she had kept for the last three years.
By Iazaz hussain4 months ago in Families
The Day My Phone Betrayed Me
It all started on a bright Sunday morning — the kind of day when you feel like your life is finally under control. I woke up early, made myself a cup of tea, and decided to finally clean out my phone. You know, delete useless apps, organize photos, and maybe even respond to those unread WhatsApp messages from 2022.
By Iazaz hussain4 months ago in Fiction
The Whispers Inside the Walls
1. The House on Elden Street It was just supposed to be a quick renovation job. Mark Henson, a struggling contractor from Baltimore, had taken the offer because it paid double the usual rate. The client—an elderly woman named Mrs. Albright—had called him personally, her voice trembling through the phone.
By Iazaz hussain4 months ago in Horror
The Shop That Never Slept”
The street of Maplewood was silent after midnight. Every shop had closed hours ago — every shop except one. A small mobile repair shop, its signboard flickering between “Mobile Galaxy” and darkness, stood at the corner. Inside, under the dim yellow light, sat Arif, a 23-year-old with tired eyes and oil-stained fingers.
By Iazaz hussain4 months ago in Humans
LateThe Letter That Arrived Too Late
The evening rain had begun just as Maya turned off the main road toward her apartment. The wipers moved back and forth lazily, struggling to keep up with the drizzle that blurred the streetlights. It was an ordinary Friday — or at least it should have been.
By Iazaz hussain4 months ago in Families
Beneath Whispersthe Rain”
The rain had started gently, just enough to blur the city lights and wash away the noise of the evening. Amelia sat inside the small café on 5th Street, her hands wrapped around a cup of coffee she had long stopped drinking. Every drop that hit the window seemed to whisper his name—Ethan.
By Iazaz hussain4 months ago in Families
