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You Were Not Scared
You were not scared. You were not scared of the strange sound you heard not that long ago. Sure, that sound was very loud. But you were not scared of whatever that sound was. You know that you are safe at home. And you know that once you check what the sound was that you can calm down properly.
By Raphael Fontenelle2 years ago in Horror
Nafs: The Inner Demon That Leads Us to Hell. Content Warning.
In the depths of every human soul lies a powerful, shadowy force known as the Nafs. This dark side, often ignored or underestimated, has the potential to seize control of our minds, leading us down a path of self-destruction. The Nafs is more dangerous than any external demon, for it resides within us, lurking in the corners of our psyche, ready to take over if we are not vigilant. The Nature of the Nafs The concept of Nafs originates from Islamic teachings, where it is described as the self or the ego. While it has the potential for good, the Nafs is also associated with base desires and inclinations that can lead us astray. When unchecked, the Nafs can become a tyrant, driving us to indulge in harmful behaviors such as overeating, addiction, and various vices. These actions, seemingly small and insignificant at first, can spiral into a vortex of vice, pulling us deeper into its grip.
By Amaan khan2 years ago in Horror
Food Insecurity and Hunger: Stories of Struggle and Hope in a Global Crisis.
Introduction to Food Insecurity and Hunger Food insecurity and hunger are not merely abstract concepts; they are daily realities for millions of people across the globe. These issues manifest in various forms, from chronic undernourishment to acute hunger crises brought on by conflict, natural disasters, and economic downturns. While the global food system produces enough food to feed everyone, disparities in access, distribution, and economic inequality lead to widespread food insecurity.
By Johnson Stephen2 years ago in Horror
The Murdle
Fictional horror story Camping is supposed to be fun, a nice callback to nature, a holiday for many who wish to get away from the world's troubles and city life. It is the classic campfire where people tend to share stories, roasting marshmallows and buffet foods for fun. Usually kids attend these events with their parents, typically fathers who teach them survival skills, even though this isn't really necessary in modern times. Sometimes it is simply nice to return to a more simple time, even if it's just for a week long break. However, it doesn't always turn out that way. On rare occasions, a camping trip can take an unimaginably horrible turn. You might remember forgetting your wallet out in the forests, or return home without your tent and other personal belongings, these hiccups are small in comparison to Simon's tale. Simon was a 14 year old boy back in 2010, he was getting too old for camping trips with his family, as the teenager would much rather text random girls on his mobile phone. Even back then, over ten years ago, the youth were still cellphone addicts. Although they still played portable video games back then, on handheld devices developed by big tech companies. After one particularly boring night by the campfire, Simon got irritated by his father's repetitive stories; which he was telling to his younger brothers, who hadn't heard of them before. "The ghost was the girl's mother!" Simon sneered, spoiling the story his father, named Ben, was telling his little brothers Jack and Todd. "That doesn't sound so scary..." Todd moaned. "It uh- it would've been if Simon hadn't ruined it!" Ben snapped, pulling a sarcastic frown, "now I have another story about 'The Mysterious Dog'." Ben spoke in a ghostly voice that made the younger brothers giggle. "The dog is a ghost too!" Simon sneered. "Go to bed!" Ben ordered. "Whatever..." Simon groaned, storming off into the dark forest of night. "No, son!" Ben gasped, standing, "don't go in there, it's dangerous!" "Whatever..." Simon mumbled, racing off into the darkness. "Boys, stay here, ok! Don't go anywhere!" Ben ordered in panicked breaths. "I'm scared!" Jack wept. "Todd, look after your younger brother. Me and Simon will be right back, ok?!" "Yes dad.. " Todd nodded. Simon ran away from his father and two brothers, he couldn't stand the embarrassment of Ben's campfire tales. They were always so childish and safe, never daring to be edgy like Simon thought he was. What with his emo hair, dyed black with punk fashioned clothes. Ben thought he looked so cool, dressed all black, with fingerless gloves and a bad boy attitude. "Simon!" Ben cried angrily, yet with a hint of fear within his voice. Simon laughed quietly, taking a slight sadistic amusement out of his goofy father's suffering. Simon ran and ran, until he stumbled across something he'd never forget. There was a dimly lit fire up ahead, the camper who sparked it was long gone, but upon closer inspection, Simon screamed. Ben heard his son, then found him immediately. "Son, what are you playing a-" There where the fire was once blazing, sat the burnt remains of a dead man, his clothes tattered to pieces, skin still melting upon his face, which had evidently been screaming by the look of sheer terror upon it. It was impossible to tell what race he once was, as his facial features were nothing but scorched black flesh and red burns, with bone protruding from beneath. Ben dared to look closer and saw that his hands and waist had been bound by rope, holding the poor victim down like a pork roast. It was a horrifying sight, the aftermath of a murder. Ben raced with Simon, back to their own campfire and to their relief, both Jack and Todd were perfectly safe, although a little bit frightened. "Dad!" Jack whined, "Why'd you leave us all alone?!" "I- I- I'm sorry bros. I jus- just..." Simon tried to apologise, but he was stuttering with fear whilst also out of breath. Ben wasn't angry with his son anymore, he just wanted to get his kids home. It wasn't safe out there. So he ran into the tent and began to pack, frantically. "Dad, what are you doing. We only just got here!" Todd moaned, as he had been looking forward to this camping trip all summer. "I'm sorry, son... It isn't safe here anymore!" "But- but that's not fair!" Todd roared, throwing a loud tantrum. "There's been a murd-" "Don't finish that sentence!" Ben warned Simon. "A what?!" Todd cried, "Murdle?! What's a Murdle?!" "A- uh..." Ben was a loss for words. "It's a terrifying monster... That eats children!" Simon told him. "Oh no!" Todd really began to cry now, tears streaming down his innocent face. Ben wasn't happy with Simon's story, but it was better than the truth. "So we can't stay here, understood?!" Ben yelled. "O- o- ok dad!" Todd wept, wiping away his tears. Both Ben and Simon would've laughed, if they hadn't just seen the most grotesque sight imaginable. Soon enough, they all gathered back in the car, both Jack and Todd believed the story about the "Murdle" as Simon had cleverly called it. Although the toddlers both found the story traumatising, somehow the truth about an actual killer out in those woods, seemed far more inappropriate to share with them. "But why would the Murdle eat us, dad?!" Todd cried, "we're good boys, ain't we?!" "Of course you are!" Ben reassured them, while putting the car into drive, "I've got to focus on getting us out of here, before the big bad monster comes and eats us all, ok? So we better stay quiet!" "Ok..." Jack whispered. Todd nodded his head without a word. Ben winked at Simon, who was sat beside him, while Jack and Todd sat in the back. Eventually the car raced out of the forest and back into civilization. The next day; Ben reported the murder to the police. They investigated the woodlands from where the body was found, but when they found the old fire site, the corpse had been removed, they still believed Ben's story however as a single thread of scorched rope was left behind. Unfortunately, the killer was smart and left no finger prints, there also wasn't any CCTV out there in that American forest either. They questioned local campers if they saw anyone acting suspicious, but this led nowhere too. Whoever had committed such an awful murder had gotten away with it. So next time you go camping, make sure you pack a rifle, because the "Murdle" could still be out there.
By Joseph Roy Wright2 years ago in Horror
The Mystical Interference
Amidst the turmoil of World War II, a covert gathering of witches convened under the cloak of darkness in the heart of England’s New Forest. Known as Operation Cone of Power, this event aimed to sway the mind of Adolf Hitler himself. On Lammas Eve, they performed rituals and cast spells, but as history fades into myth, the question remains: did their magic alter the course of the war or was it merely a figment of collective imagination? This research article explores the historical and cultural context of this event, examining the intersection of magic, patriotism, and wartime folklore.
By Horace Wasmore2 years ago in Horror
Hat Man Returns
The Top Hat Demon: Part 2 – Daylight Revelation Years had passed since that fateful summer night in South Texas. The Hat Man—an elusive shadow from my childhood—had faded into the background of my life, pushed away by the demands of adulthood and the comfort of familiarity. Yet, the memory of that dark figure, with its red eyes and silent menace, never truly left me. It lingered in the recesses of my mind, waiting for a chance to reemerge.
By Miguel Ramirez2 years ago in Horror
The Darkness Within
I awakened in a nervous perspiration, the room twirling around me. My body felt like it was being squashed by 1,000 undetectable hands, each mauling at my actual soul. I attempted to get up, yet my appendages were essentially as weighty as lead. The shadows on the walls appeared to squirm and curve, taking on evil shapes that hit the dance floor with noxious happiness. My psyche was cloudy, however I realized something was horrendously off-base.
By alex kariuki2 years ago in Horror
The Sleep Walkers of Camp Moonsong
All I wanted when I was a kid was to go to summer camp. Every summer, I would beg my parents to send me, but they always said the same thing. "It's too expensive" or "It's too far away" or "We can't afford to drive out there when you get home sick." I know Summer Camps have fallen out of popularity these days, but they were just about the coolest thing to a kid in the early nineties. Every show had a summer camp episode, there were movies with summer camps, there were even music videos on MTV about summer camps, for God's sake. I felt like I was missing out on a big part of my childhood experience by not being allowed to go, but every year I was forced to sit at home and wish.
By Joshua Campbell2 years ago in Horror
Summary of Dracula by Bram Stoker
Summary of Dracula by Bram Stoker "Dracula" is one of the most iconic works of Gothic literature, written by the Irish author Bram Stoker and first published in 1897. This novel not only defined the classic image of the vampire in popular culture but also influenced countless subsequent works in literature, film, and television. The narrative, composed in the form of diaries, letters, and newspaper articles, follows the struggle of a group of people against the mysterious and terrifying Count Dracula, a vampire from Transylvania. This post will explore the main points of Dracula's story, dividing it into four main sections: Jonathan Harker's arrival at Dracula's castle, Dracula's arrival in England, the group's fight against Dracula, and the final climax.
By RONALDO OSAKO2 years ago in Horror
