Syed Arabi Khalique
I am a cyber security student who loves writing about the weird and the unusual, sometimes grotesque even.
The Last exit to Easton
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. And through that window, you could bear witness to a crime, bloodtrails of which can still be found in today's society" Terry Benedict, Captain of Philadelphia PD.
Sarajevo Prison state
Right outside Bloomsbury, New Jersey, was this prison, and the name of this prison was Sarajevo State Prison. Created by the mad Wall street mogul, Sikander Raza, the prison sat on 1700 acres of land, and yet few mortals could claim to have seen it
I had again arrived at the beautifully haunted paradise that is Florida. The last time I was in this beautiful state, a ghost literally chased me away, though later out we did sort out our differences ( It was found out later that the ghost, a young girl, had feelings for me. I don’t know why but ghosts seem to have a penchant for the likes of me). So I had no problem coming here.
Jimmy Starling’s adventures into the Unknown ( Part 1 )
I still remember that day.. I was running around the streets of Paterson. The street lights were not working for some reasons, resulting in almost a pitch black night. I was really afraid, cause I knew something was following me, I didn’t know what it was yet but I knew it was evil.
In the heart of modern day Kolkata, in the midst of the swarming crowd of people and sweet shops, there was a cult. A very mysterious and silent cult that had been killing 77 adults every lunar year, which was strange considering each of their members wore a heart shaped locket on their neck.
Multiple Rooms on Earth
Joe Lewis Johnson, popularly known as Joel Johnson, was your average young lad. An average typical teenager, with spectacles and an unknown , unquenched love for rock n roll. He was not very popular ( nor that he cared ), but one must admit, for a goofy looking guy like him, schools are always hard. He would hate them all. He wouldn’t talk to anybody, because none of them showed him even a single bit of comradeship, that’s how he felt. His mother was a Doctor who was always busy( that’s what he only knows about his mother’s profession). His father was always on travel, cracking business deals and all. So you can say, our Joel was rich.
Between the blue Devil and the red Sea
The legend has been told many times to young kids by their older relatives all around the greater Bengal. Earliest accounts of the legend itself goes back to the writings of the great Turkish General Ikhtiyar Uddin Muhammad bin Bakhtiyar Khilji. Since then the story has been told to many, which has led to many different versions of it arising. This is an attempt to publish the most accurate version of the legend, the version that most likely is true to its original source.
If you take a 5 minute walk from the Dunkin Donuts at Riverstone road, going down towards Mulberry street, you will find yourself in a very secluded area of the city of Bordentown, NJ. The road that passes through this area, goes right up to the city mall, which is 6 miles across.
The Living Death
The city of Mahvehli always had a strangeness to it. It was situated in the state of Assam, which lay in the northeastern part of India. It also lay close to the Himalayas. The strangeness in that city stemmed from a line of temples that were made about 2500 years ago. The temples, which shall remain nameless to hinder any excursion to them, held objects of great value, both religious and monetary, to the Indian Federal Government. So for years the Government of India guarded the temples, especially the one that held the legendary book of Rathnaran, which looked like it was made in a factory of modern times. The book documented the arrival of Ma Kaali in an ancient crime and injustice ridden India. For the sake of this retelling, we shall name that temple " Maeri".