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(One Night's Story) The drought has been going on for a long time, the canals have dried up, the trees are drying up all around, people's cows and goats are dying due to lack of grass.... Shiuli's two cows have died, they are suffering from lack of food. Their father used to catch fish in the canal and sell them in the market, but there are no clouds, the canal has dried up. Their house is not near the food at night. The younger brother is crying because of hunger. Shiuli is sitting with her mother in her arms. Sheuli does all the work. The father goes fishing. But because of the lack of clouds for a long time, everything has become chaotic. It is 10 o'clock at night and his father is not coming. The younger brother is crying. A house alone. At the call of Maghrib, Shiuli's father always comes. He never lets them be alone at night. But what happened today? He has not seen his father. Today, suddenly the wind started blowing. Shiuli is sitting near the door. The wind is blowing outside. Shiuli's hair is flying. A beautiful scene has emerged in the light of the hurricane. Suddenly, I saw my father coming from afar, with a market bag in his hand. A smile on his father's face. He brought a big fish. Rice. This is it. Where did my father get the money? I am sitting in the market today feeling sad. I don't know what to do. Then a customer came to me. When the fish was being sold. He used to take fish all the time,,,,, He took a lot of fish, when he saw me he said what's up Mia you can't be seen now,,, I came to the market looking for you but I can't find you anywhere,,,,,,, I asked people who they were but someone said you have given up this business now,,,,,,,, what is the truth you have not given up
By Ratul Shrikhabout a year ago in Horror
The Vines
Vines crept out from underneath his bed, branching out like tentacles reaching for their prey. He was making a point of not looking at them. Burying his head under the covers and pretending they didn’t exist, just like his dad had told him to do. Panic began to set in as he could feel them now, sliding and writhing across the blanket. Searching. Hunting.
By Daniel Millingtonabout a year ago in Horror
Dead Man’s Wish
Dead Man’s Wish The old man’s house stood at the edge of the village, its windows darkened by years of neglect, and its walls cloaked in ivy. Children whispered tales of ghosts and curses, daring each other to approach its creaking porch. But to Mala, it was home—a place filled with memories of love, laughter, and the life she had built with her late husband, Rajan.
By Dr nivara bloomabout a year ago in Horror
"Waking Into Darkness"
--- It started on a cold, silent night. My chest tightened, my breath turned shallow, and my voice faded to a whisper. Alone in my apartment, the darkness closed in until everything went black. I thought I had died. But I awoke in a strange forest, beneath a sickly green sky. The trees were barren, their twisted limbs like claws. The silence pressed in, heavy and unnatural. Shadows darted through the trees, whispers slithered through the air. I was being watched. Driven by instinct, I walked. Eventually, I came to a crooked bridge over a river of black water. A pale figure in a tattered cloak waited on the other side. He silently raised his arm and pointed behind me. I turned—and saw a monstrous creature of shadow and flame. Its voice didn’t enter through my ears but pressed into my thoughts: “You have crossed into the realm of the forgotten.” I ran. I sprinted through darkness until I collapsed. The earth beneath me cracked open, and I fell—through layers of time, voices, and screams—before landing hard in a new nightmare. Now I was in a fleshy hallway with pulsing walls and flickering lights. The air reeked of rot. At the end was a door... my apartment door. Inside, everything looked normal. But the TV screen reflected silent figures standing behind me. I turned. Nothing. Then the TV switched on. A news anchor’s voice: “The young man who died last night was buried today. Neighbors report strange occurrences.” My picture flashed on the screen. I touched my face—cold. My breath left no fog. I screamed. Then I woke up. In my bed. Safe. Breathing. Just a dream. Or so I thought—until I saw fingerprints outside my window. My door, which I’d locked, was ajar. A shadow shifted in the corner. I tried to dismiss it as sleep paralysis. I even called a friend. He laughed—until he glanced into the dark corner. His expression changed instantly. “Who lives with you now?” he whispered. “Please tell me you didn’t actually die.” He left in a panic, refusing to explain. That night, I didn’t sleep. The shadow moved along the walls, lights failed, my phone died. My TV showed my funeral—mourners walking past my coffin as I watched from the couch. Again, I screamed. No one heard. Then I woke up. Again. Now I was on a train. The passengers sat frozen, staring forward. I asked where we were going. No one answered. Outside the window: the same dead forest. The same crooked bridge. We were going back. Then it clicked. Each time I “woke up,” I was still dreaming—or sinking deeper into something else. Each layer peeled reality away. Finally, I awoke once more—in a coffin. The lid creaked open to reveal my apartment ceiling. I sat up, gasping. And I realized the truth. I had never really woken up. Maybe I never would. Or maybe… I was still dead. ---
By Nasir Khanabout a year ago in Horror
The Silent Grove
No one in the village of Eldenmoor went near the Silent Grove. The woods just beyond the eastern hills stood in stark contrast to the rest of the wild countryside—thick, ancient trees grew so tightly together that no light seemed to penetrate the canopy, and the air itself felt suspended in time. Birds never sang there. Winds never whispered through the branches. And when you stood at its edge, the rest of the world felt... farther away.
By ibrahimkhanabout a year ago in Horror
The Whispering Woods of Pluckley
In the depths of the Kentish countryside in England lies a village with a picturesque rural appearance — but behind its sleepy exterior lurks a reputation darker than night. Pluckley, Britain's most haunted village as officially recognized by the Guinness Book of World Records, has been for decades a hotbed of ghostly rumor, unexplained phenomena, and a past rich in mystery. Of its many legends, one is famous for its blood-curdling consistency: the Screaming Woods, or Dering Woods.
By Saimon Hasan Zihadabout a year ago in Horror
Unleashing the Future of Visual Storytelling:. AI-Generated.
In today's fast-changing world of visual storytelling, Karyahub Studios leads the pack, providing state-of-the-art VFX services that turn creative ideas into rich realities. With the need for high-end visual effects accelerating in industries ranging from film and television to gaming and virtual reality, Karyahub's focus on innovation and excellence makes it the industry leader in VFX services.
By internal projectsabout a year ago in Horror
The Last Door on Maple Street
The Last Door on Maple Street Some doors stay closed for a reason—but this one just opened. Maple Street was like any other suburban street—neat lawns, trimmed hedges, mailboxes with peeling paint. But at the very end, tucked beneath the gnarled arms of an old oak tree, stood a house with no lights, no visitors, and a door that no one dared to knock on.
By FAIZAN AFRIDIabout a year ago in Horror
"The Man in the Window: A True Urban Nightmare". AI-Generated.
In 2002, a woman named Annie Andrews moved into a modest house in Rockland, Massachusetts with her two daughters. After losing her husband in a car accident, Annie hoped for a fresh start. But what followed was the kind of horror no one could have imagined—one that still chills the town to this day.
By Sharmin Akterabout a year ago in Horror
