book reviews
Book reviews for horror fans; weather a sleepless night with literary accounts of hauntings, possessions, zombies, vampires and beyond.
I Spent a Night in the Forest — and Found a Device That Shouldn't Exist
We planned the trip weeks in advance — four friends, three tents, and two nights in the woods to disconnect from the chaos of life. Our destination was an old pine forest miles off the main road. No signals. No city noise. Just stars, trees, and maybe a little whiskey by the fire.
By Noman Afridi8 months ago in Horror
The AI Chatbot Knew My Secrets — Ones I Never Shared
It started like most nights: Alone, tired, and curious enough to distract myself from my thoughts. I had downloaded a new AI chatbot after reading a trending post about how eerily human it felt. It wasn’t like ChatGPT or Siri — it claimed to learn you, like a mirror trained on your mind.
By Noman Afridi8 months ago in Horror
I Got a Message From My Dead Sister — Through AI
I wasn’t looking for closure. I had already accepted that she was gone. My sister, Emma, died two years ago in a car crash on her way to my apartment. She had just turned 26. The call came at 2:09 a.m., and since that night, I hadn’t slept through a single one without waking up at least once — hoping, somehow, that it had all been a mistake.
By Noman Afridi8 months ago in Horror
The Night I Slept in a Haunted Guesthouse — And What Followed Me Home
I wasn’t supposed to be there. Not in that town Not in that guesthouse. And certainly not that room. But road trips are unpredictable, and when you’re chasing sunsets with no real plan, sometimes you end up spending the night in places you’d rather forget.
By Noman Afridi8 months ago in Horror
The Device That Didn’t Belong—And the Call From the Djinn
We didn’t plan to get lost. It was just a weekend forest hike with friends. Laughs, photos, snacks, and the thrill of being away from the noise of city life. But by nightfall, the trees looked less friendly. The trail signs disappeared. And the silence… started to feel unnatural.
By Noman Afridi8 months ago in Horror
The Night I Spent Alone in a Graveyard
It started as a dare. One of those late-night conversations where ego speaks louder than reason. We were a group of four, gathered around a bonfire near the edge of town, swapping ghost stories, laughing too loudly, and pretending we weren’t scared.
By Noman Afridi8 months ago in Horror
The Coffin That Spoke
1. The Shortcut It was just a shortcut. That’s what I told myself as I pushed open the rusted gate of the old cemetery that separated two neighborhoods in our town. I had taken the path a dozen times before, during the day. But that night was different. The wind was colder, the silence deeper. My phone’s battery had died, and I was already running late. So I stepped in.
By Noman Afridi8 months ago in Horror
The Anonymous Confession
Leo was a digital janitor. Not glamorous, but essential. He worked for "Echo Chamber," a global anonymous confession platform, sifting through the torrent of human secrets, fears, and dark desires. Most posts were fleeting whispers: a cheated spouse, a forgotten dream, a trivial lie. But every few months, a particular sequence of posts would appear, chillingly consistent, yet utterly untraceable. They were from "User_007," and their confessions were unlike anything else.
By Noman Afridi8 months ago in Horror
Whispers from the Wreckage: The Unheard Voices of a Fallen Flight
The sky was calm that morning over central India — the kind of calm that often precedes a storm not in the clouds, but in the hearts of those who survive. In the early hours of dawn, an aircraft carrying passengers from various walks of life took to the skies, unaware that it was embarking on a journey that would never reach its destination.
By Noman Afridi8 months ago in Horror
The Memory Loom
Eleanor, a textile artist with a reverence for the antique, discovered the loom buried beneath years of dust at a forgotten estate sale. It was magnificent—crafted from dark, timeworn wood, adorned with cryptic carvings that whispered ancient secrets. It didn’t merely look old; it felt ancient—timeless—almost sentient. Despite the cost, Eleanor couldn't resist the strange, magnetic pull it exerted over her.
By Noman Afridi8 months ago in Horror
