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The Taxi Ride I Wish I Never Took
I had always taken late-night taxis in the city, but something about that night felt wrong from the start. The rain poured in thick sheets, and the streets were almost deserted. When the old yellow taxi stopped for me, I felt a chill crawl up my spine, but I forced myself inside.
By subah alenzi6 months ago in Horror
The Foster House Whispers
The Foster House Whispers Grief takes many forms, but none as terrifying as hope twisted into obsession. My best friend used to be terrified of horror films. Even a paper cut in a movie could send her turning away, mumbling how she couldn’t watch. But something changed over the years. These days, she’s the one dragging me into dimly lit theaters, whispering, “Let’s see if this one leaves a mark.”
By Saeed Ullah 6 months ago in Horror
The Silent Agony: A Portrait of Resistance and Loss
In a world overrun by noise—of war, of politics, of relentless chatter on digital screens—sometimes, a photograph tells the story louder than a thousand voices. The image before us is one such visual parable. It speaks in muted tones, in earth-stained fabric and blood-drenched wool. The woman depicted does not scream, does not reach out, does not protest. Yet everything about her—the closed eyes, the tension in her brow, the soft lines of her face frozen in fatigue or final rest—screams volumes.
By Fazal Malik7 months ago in Horror
Names of Honor and the Tragedy in Balochistan
Balochistan’s Names of Honor and a Recent Tragedy Balochistan, a region rich in tradition and steeped in tribal values, has long upheld a cultural system that places honor—ghairat—at the core of personal and social identity. Within this code, the concept of “name” (naal) or honor (izzat) often determines an individual's reputation, familial pride, and community standing. However, the weight of this honor can, and often does, lead to tragic consequences.
By Fazal Malik7 months ago in Horror
The Whispering Attic
When the Wren family moved into the weathered Victorian house at the edge of Hollowpine, they believed they had found a bargain. Tall and narrow with ivy-twined pillars, the home stood alone at the end of an old gravel road, surrounded by towering oak trees. It had a certain charm — faded, but undeniable. Mr. Wren, a history professor, called it “a home with character.” His wife, Rachel, hoped it would be a fresh start after her mother’s death. For their daughter, Lila, it was a dream — a real-life haunted house to explore.
By Sultan Zeb7 months ago in Horror
