LAKSHMAN MOHANRAJ
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The Flickering Light
Every town had its legends, and for the small village of Tarrywood, the most infamous story was that of the Flickering Light. It was said that deep in the forest, there was an abandoned mine where strange things happened. The locals avoided it, whispering tales of a cursed miner who disappeared into the darkness, taking with him a torchlight that never went out.
By LAKSHMAN MOHANRAJa day ago in Horror
The Graveyard Shift
The town of Millwood had always been quiet, but it held a dark secret. At the edge of town stood an ancient cemetery, its gravestones worn and weathered by time. A dense fog often rolled in at night, casting an eerie pall over the tombstones and the gnarled trees that lined the cemetery's borders. The locals avoided it, especially after sunset. They spoke in hushed tones about the strange occurrences that had plagued the cemetery for generations, but no one dared to investigate. That is, until a group of teenagers decided to explore the forbidden grounds on Halloween night.
By LAKSHMAN MOHANRAJ3 days ago in Horror
The Storage Room
The old mansion had stood on the outskirts of town for generations, its grand facade crumbling with age. No one dared go near it. The townsfolk whispered that it was cursed, that unspeakable things had happened there. But to Lucy, a young journalist looking for her big break, it was the perfect story. She had heard rumors about a hidden storage room in the mansion, where the previous owner, Victor Holloway, had kept all manner of strange artifacts. She believed that discovering its secre
By LAKSHMAN MOHANRAJ4 days ago in Horror
The Shadow Over Harrowwood
Nestled deep in the heart of a dense, sprawling forest was the village of Harrowwood, a place shrouded in darkness and foreboding. The towering trees loomed over the village, their gnarled branches forming a twisted canopy that blocked out most of the sunlight. The villagers, a quiet and secretive lot, rarely ventured beyond the village limits, and those who did never returned.
By LAKSHMAN MOHANRAJ5 days ago in Fiction
The Shadows of Ashwood
In the heart of the dense forest, surrounded by towering trees and shrouded in mist, lay the forgotten village of Ashwood. Once bustling with life, it now stood eerily silent, its cottages crumbling and overgrown with ivy. Locals from neighboring villages whispered stories of Ashwood, saying it was cursed, haunted by the restless spirits of those who once lived there.
By LAKSHMAN MOHANRAJ7 days ago in Horror
Midnight Drive to Terror Hollow
In the heart of a desolate countryside, there lay a winding road known to locals as the Haunted Highway. Stories whispered of spectral sightings, eerie apparitions, and unexplained occurrences that plagued those who dared to travel its dark path after nightfall.
By LAKSHMAN MOHANRAJ20 days ago in Horror
Echoes of the Lost River
The river snaked its way through the dense forest like a serpent, its waters shimmering under the pale moonlight. Trees whispered ancient secrets, their gnarled branches reaching out like skeletal fingers, as if warning those who dared to tread near its banks.
By LAKSHMAN MOHANRAJ20 days ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Forgotten Well
Deep in the heart of a secluded forest, there stood an old well, its stone walls weathered by time and neglect. Local folklore whispered tales of the well being cursed, its waters tainted by the souls of those who had met their demise within its depths.
By LAKSHMAN MOHANRAJ20 days ago in Horror
The Haunted Table
Once upon a moonless night, in a quaint countryside cottage, there stood a table that bore a dark secret. The table, crafted from ancient oak, had been passed down through generations, each owner oblivious to the malevolent force it harbored.
By LAKSHMAN MOHANRAJ20 days ago in Horror
The Phantasmic Broadcast
In a quaint suburban neighborhood, there stood an old house, its faded paint peeling off like dead skin. It was a relic from another era, its windows staring like dark, soulless eyes into the night. This house belonged to the Peterson family, who had lived there for generations, but none dared to venture near after dark.
By LAKSHMAN MOHANRAJ21 days ago in Horror
"The Shadowed Secrets of Blackwood Manor"
In the heart of the dense forest, shrouded in mist and mystery, stood Blackwood Manor—a place whispered about in fearful tones by the locals. Legends of dark rituals, tragic deaths, and restless spirits surrounded the old mansion like a cloak of dread.
By LAKSHMAN MOHANRAJ21 days ago in Horror
The Doll's Curse
In a quaint little town nestled deep within the woods, there stood an old abandoned mansion, shrouded in mystery and whispers of the past. For decades, the mansion had remained untouched, its darkened windows and crumbling walls serving as a haunting reminder of the secrets it held within.
By LAKSHMAN MOHANRAJ22 days ago in Horror