fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about copycat killers, eyewitnesses testimony, what makes a murderer and more.
The Man Who Knew Nothing
The village of Dunlow was small, hidden between two tired hills and wrapped in fog most mornings. It wasn’t the kind of place you stumbled upon. It was the kind of place you were born in and never left. Everyone knew everyone — their families, their secrets, even their misfortunes. Everyone, that is, except for Thomas Finch.
By Said Hameedabout a year ago in Criminal
A Grave Mistake
It was a rainy afternoon when Jonathan Blake, a middle-aged historian with a passion for forgotten cemeteries, arrived in the remote village of Windmere Hollow. He had recently discovered references in a 19th-century journal to a lost graveyard on the outskirts of the village—one that was never officially recorded.
By Said Hameedabout a year ago in Criminal
The Disappearance of the Clock Tower Girl
1. The Last Witness Briar Hollow was the kind of town where nothing ever happened—until the day Lena Carter disappeared. The old Clock Tower had stood in the town square for over a century, its rusted hands still turning despite the cracks in its face. Tourists took pictures, lovers carved initials into its wooden beams, and locals barely noticed it anymore. But on the morning of October 17th, the tower became something else entirely—a crime scene, a mystery, a nightmare.
By Shehzad Ahmadabout a year ago in Criminal
The Disappearance and Death of Mustafa Amir
On January 11, 2025, police discovered a badly burned car in the Hub area of Balochistan. The vehicle belonged to Mustafa Amir, a 23-year-old BBA student from Karachi who had been reported missing since January 6th. Seeing the horrific state of the car, police suspected the worst — that Mustafa likely didn’t survive.
By 🕵️♂️ True Crime Enthusiast | Storyteller of the Dark Side 🔍about a year ago in Criminal
The Prosecutor's Fall
The city of Hollowmere was built on secrets—deep alleys, deeper pockets, and shadows that knew too much. For years, District Attorney Marcus Vellin had carved a reputation as the hammer of justice, striking down corruption wherever it dared raise its head. His convictions were flawless, his speeches impassioned, and the press adored him. In court, he stood tall, dark-suited and sharp-eyed, wielding law like a blade.
By Said Hameedabout a year ago in Criminal
Evidence of Absence
Dr. Nina Holloway stared at the void. Not the kind of void poets wrote about, or philosophers pondered late at night. This was the literal, data-proven absence of something that should’ve been there. It blinked at her in neat lines of code, nestled in sensor data from her deep-space array. A patch of the cosmos, 22 light-years wide, where nothing—absolutely nothing—registered. No matter, no radiation, no gravitational ripples. No dark matter anomalies. No background hiss. A silence so pure, it was unnatural.
By Said Hameedabout a year ago in Criminal
The Locksmith’s Secret
In the heart of the old town, nestled between a dusty bookshop and a bakery that always smelled of burnt cinnamon, stood a peculiar little shop with a brass sign that read: "Halvorsen & Son – Locksmiths Since 1883." The windows were clouded with age, and a small bell above the door gave a tired jingle whenever someone dared to enter.
By Said Hameedabout a year ago in Criminal
Lies Carved in Stone
In the heart of the ancient kingdom of Virelia stood a monument unlike any other. A towering obelisk, obsidian black and etched with symbols too old to decipher, loomed over the square in the capital city of Iskareth. The locals called it the Pillar of Truth. For generations, people believed that the stone bore the laws and virtues upon which the kingdom was founded — justice, unity, and honor.
By Said Hameedabout a year ago in Criminal
No Motive, No Mercy
The rain fell hard over Hollow Bridge, a small town nestled in the shadows of the Cascade Mountains. The kind of place where everyone knew everyone—or thought they did. Life moved slow there. Predictable. Until the night of the Hollow Bridge killings.
By Said Hameedabout a year ago in Criminal
The Judas Witness
The wind howled over the desolate plains of Aeloria, sweeping the dust of forgotten empires across the blood-stained stones. In the ruined chapel of Saint Kallan, a lone man knelt before a shattered altar. His name was Varek, once a priest, now a hunted man. In his trembling hands, he held the Judas Witness—a small, obsidian relic etched with runes too ancient for memory.
By Said Hameedabout a year ago in Criminal
The Final Signal
The rain hammered down relentlessly, drumming against the windows of the sprawling bungalow nestled in Lahore’s upscale Gulberg district. Outside, the streets glistened under flickering streetlights, the city’s restless heart still beating even in the dead of night. Inside, however, a chilling silence reigned.
By Ameer Gullabout a year ago in Criminal
Cold Case Cathedral
Detective Elise Marlowe stood at the foot of St. Bartholomew’s Cathedral, watching as winter light slanted across its stone towers. It was just after dawn, and mist rolled low around the steps, blurring the carved saints and angels that loomed overhead. The cathedral bells began their mournful toll, sending tremors through the frost-covered air.
By Said Hameedabout a year ago in Criminal
