book reviews
Book reviews for horror fans; weather a sleepless night with literary accounts of hauntings, possessions, zombies, vampires and beyond.
The Black Bird That Landed on My Window Every Night
It began in winter. The nights were longer than usual, and the wind carried whispers no one wanted to hear. I was staying at my grandmother’s old countryside house, a lonely wooden structure nestled between dying trees and distant hills.
By Noman Afridi8 months ago in Horror
The Jinn Whose Shadow Visited My Roof Every Night
It started with footsteps—soft, steady, and unmistakably human. Every night, around 2:30 a.m., I would hear them walking slowly across the roof of our house. One step at a time. Then a pause. Then another. It sounded like someone was pacing—back and forth, back and forth.
By Noman Afridi8 months ago in Horror
The Girl Lost in the Woods Who Was Not Human
I was 26 when I moved into my grandfather’s old cabin deep in the northern forests. It was the kind of place people forgot, surrounded by thick pine trees and silence so pure, you could hear your heartbeat. I wanted to escape the noise of the city, the suffocation of people, and just... exist.
By Noman Afridi8 months ago in Horror
The Night I Spent in a Graveyard—And What I Saw
I had always been drawn to the unusual—abandoned buildings, forgotten alleyways, and places people were too afraid to explore. But nothing tempted me more than the local graveyard on the outskirts of our town. A massive, crumbling patch of land, overgrown with wild bushes, broken tombstones leaning like old men, and the kind of silence that echoed in your ears. It was said to be haunted, of course. Every town has one.
By Noman Afridi8 months ago in Horror
The Night a Jinn's Shadow Entered My Room
It was a humid summer night in Lahore, the kind where the air feels thick and everything moves a little slower. I had just returned from my evening shift at the local bookstore and collapsed on my bed, exhausted but unable to sleep. The ceiling fan above me squeaked with every rotation, and outside, the occasional honk of a rickshaw echoed through the street.
By Noman Afridi8 months ago in Horror
The Hollow Village . Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The Curse of Velgrad In the heart of Eastern Europe, surrounded by thick, gnarled forests and forgotten trails, lay a desolate place known only to a few as Velgrad. Time had erased its name from most maps, and the villagers who once lived there had vanished a hundred years ago without a trace.
By Jack sparrow 8 months ago in Horror
I Fell in Love With a Ghost in My Dreams
🕯️ I Fell in Love With a Ghost in My Dreams Writer’s By [FarooqHashmi] They say dreams are stitched from fragments of memory — a whisper here, a touch there, things forgotten by morning light. But what happens when the dream lingers, when the memory isn't yours, and the love feels older than your own bones?
By Farooq Hashmi8 months ago in Horror
