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The shocking history of the Glasgow smile
It seems that humans are creative in inventing new ways to inflict pain on people who are weaker than them, and our human history, from different civilizations and cultures, testifies to this through several terrible ways that people used to torture their kind. And today, we'll talk about one of these methods that has won a lot of Fame, namely the Glasgow smile.
By ABDOabout a year ago in Horror
True Story | The Mysterious Flute & The Jinn of the Village
The incident took place sometime in the 1960s in a village where, at that time, there was not such a dense population and it was not as developed. This incident involves two brothers, one named Hafiz Uddin and the other Karim Uddin. Their ancestral home was in Katali village in Netrokona district. Hafiz and Karim were indeed two brothers, with Hafiz being the elder and Karim the younger. The brothers owned some rice fields, and since there was a lot of theft occurring at night—where thieves would cut and take away the ripe rice—it was common for homes to be robbed as well. During the night, it had become a regular affair for someone to sneak in and harvest the ripe rice. Therefore, they needed to guard this ripe rice.
By Lilyabout a year ago in Horror
Inside💀 the Mirror💀
It had already been exactly three in the morning. Long ago, the city had gone to sleep. The curtains let in the moonlight, which cast an enigmatic shadow on the floor. With a pounding heart, Tania abruptly sat up in bed. Someone was calling her—softly, whispering—from inside the mirror.
By MD RASEDUL ISLAM about a year ago in Horror
The Mirror's Secret
Mira had always felt a strange pull toward the old house at the end of Orchard Lane. It was a crumbling estate, its ivy-clad walls sagging under years of neglect. Yet, there was something undeniably magnetic about the place. When she was a child, she'd heard rumors of a mysterious mirror hidden somewhere in the mansion, a relic from the house's forgotten past. Now, as an adult, those rumors resurfaced in her mind, tugging at her curiosity. One rainy afternoon, unable to resist any longer, Mira ventured inside. The house smelled of dust and decay, and each step she took seemed to stir forgotten memories in the air. She wandered through its vast hallways, finding faded portraits and old furniture draped in white sheets. But then, in the far corner of the house, she found it. The mirror. It was tall and ornate, framed in intricate gold that had tarnished over time. Its surface gleamed despite the layers of grime. Without thinking, Mira reached out and wiped away the dust. As her hand passed over the glass, something strange happened. The reflection she saw was not her own. At first, she thought it was just a trick of the light. But when she stepped back, the reflection in the mirror didn’t move in sync with her. Her heart skipped a beat as she watched the image of herself pause, her reflection staring back at her with an unnerving, knowing gaze. Mira reached for the mirror, fingers trembling. When she touched it, a sharp jolt of energy shot through her arm. The air around her seemed to grow colder, and for the briefest moment, she saw a shadowy figure standing just behind her reflection. It looked like her—but not quite. The figure’s eyes were hollow, its expression twisted with an unsettling smile. Panic gripped her chest, and she stumbled backward. Her reflection didn’t move. Her breath came in shallow gasps. Was it a hallucination? Was she losing her mind? She tried to turn away, but her reflection didn't follow. Instead, it stepped out of the frame, moving toward her in a jerky, unnatural manner. "Who are you?" Mira whispered, frozen to the spot. The reflection tilted its head, as though considering the question, then opened its mouth. “I’m who you could have been.” The words seemed to echo through the room, reverberating in Mira’s skull. A cold dread flooded her body as she realized what it meant. This reflection—this thing—wasn’t just a distorted image. It was a version of herself, one that had made different choices, lived a different life. But what kind of life was that? The hollow, soulless eyes, the twisted grin—they weren’t just a warning; they were a consequence. The mirror shuddered, and the reflection raised a hand toward her. Mira stepped back in terror, but her feet felt frozen to the floor. The figure's fingers brushed against the glass, and in that moment, the mirror cracked, sending a shockwave of energy through the room. As the glass shattered, Mira's reflection disappeared, leaving only the jagged remnants of the mirror behind. The room fell silent. And then, Mira noticed it: her own reflection in the broken pieces of the mirror. But this time, it wasn’t her. The face staring back at her was cold, unfamiliar. And it was smiling.
By Muhammad Ibrahimabout a year ago in Horror
Echo of the Stars
Title: "Echo of the Stars" A Daring Space Epic That Redefines Heroism with Fierce Heart and Galactic Depth In a universe gripped by rebellion, oppression, and fading legacies, Echo of the Stars emerges as a bold, visually stunning space opera — one that doesn’t just borrow from sci-fi lore but boldly shapes its own. At the center of this celestial firestorm stands Kaelara Voss, a fierce warrior torn between light and vengeance, portrayed with striking intensity by rising star Aria Solen.
By Sultan Khanabout a year ago in Horror
The Last Passenger So, she hopped on the train. Although, she was not the only one…. Content Warning.
It was just about midnight when Maya walked down the stairs. There were very few people at the station, just the noise of the wind blowing the old newspapers on the floor. The train rolled in, which was the last time that night, and it was not easy to see as its lights made their way through the dark. Maya tightly hugged her coat around herself and entered the nearest carriage.
By Ratnadeep Mandrekarabout a year ago in Horror
Whispers of Velwadi
Tucked between the folds of the Sahyadri hills was the forgotten village of Velwadi. With moss-covered rooftops and crooked banyan trees, it looked like a place suspended in time. People spoke of Velwadi in hushed tones, not because of nostalgia, but fear.
By sk abdul rajjakabout a year ago in Horror
The Curse of the Jungle
The jungle stretched for miles, a vast and untamed wilderness. The trees towered like ancient guardians, their twisted roots enshrouding the earth in a maze of mystery. Amidst the dense foliage and eerie silence, a lone figure moved with purpose. Her name was Samara, and she was no ordinary girl...
By Md Bulbul Ahammedabout a year ago in Horror
The Haunted Grave
This incident has three parts, different incidents that make up one whole story. The narrator collected this story primarily from his cousin, Alamin. The first part of the story Alamin heard from his grandmother, and it happened to someone from a house next to his grandmother's father's house. And the person it happened to was a Kobiraj (traditional healer/exorcist). It wasn't just him, but also his family, who were affected. Although the grandmother didn't see it with her own eyes, she was essentially a witness.
By Lilyabout a year ago in Horror
The Haunted Grave: A Freedom Fighter’s Terrifying Encounter
The person who sent us this incident is named Asif. He currently lives in Mirpur. The incident happened with his father-in-law, who lives in the Bihari camp of Benarashi Palli, Mirpur 10. However, he is not Bihari; his ancestral home is Bhola. He is a local here. I'm not mentioning his father-in-law's name for understandable reasons, and his wife's name is also involved, so I'm not mentioning her name either. Many people around here know his father-in-law. The incident occurred sometime between 2000 and 2001. At that time, his father-in-law used to drive a van there. The incident begins with a date palm tree next to their house. This date palm tree had a small banyan tree growing on top of it. There was a washroom next to the tree.
By Lilyabout a year ago in Horror
Horror on the Desert Road
It was the night of September 19, 2023. He had just gotten married and had gone to his home country after the wedding. When he was returning from his country, he acquired a new 2023 model Toyota Raize from the showroom on a five-year installment plan. His work was going well, by the grace of Allah, Alhamdulillah. Then, what happened was his in-laws came to Mecca with their whole family to perform Umrah. It was, of course, prearranged that he would come. He lives in Dammam, which is quite far. But those who are in Saudi Arabia know how far the cities of Dammam and Riyadh are from Mecca. From Al-Ahsa, Mecca is about 1300 km away. No matter how good the roads are there, it's not easy to just drive over such a long distance. It takes a long time to drive. And Ataur Rahman's father-in-law had been in Saudi Arabia for 25 years. He was a driver for a company, so he knew all about the roads in Saudi Arabia and the techniques of driving there. So, his father-in-law said, "Son, when you come, come by bus. There's no need to come in a private car." He must have thought it through, considering he was coming from Dammam, and he had a lot of experience with the roads there. Ataur Rahman was new; he had no experience. The person who drove in Saudi Arabia for 25 years and gained experience driving to various remote cities of Saudi Arabia, he would naturally understand better than him what kind of problems there are on which roads. Based on that experience, he said, "Son, you should come to Mecca by bus."
By Lilyabout a year ago in Horror
The Vanishing Fish Mystery
The incident didn't happen too long ago, it's very recent. The brother who sent us the story wishes to remain anonymous, so I won't mention his name. He's currently in the Xinjiang province. What they usually do is, after coming back from the office, they go fishing in the Grand Canal, which is huge and has many different sections. Near his house, at that part of the canal, he goes fishing. His apartment is a two-room flat, and he lives alone. Sometimes his university juniors come to his place to chat. He really enjoys it when Bangladeshi brothers are in a foreign land and visit his apartment. Living alone, after a while, a person starts to feel lonely, and that can turn into frustration. Because of this, he always tries to keep in touch with brothers from his university, whether they are his classmates or juniors. His office ends at six, and he gets home around six-thirty. After resting for a bit, he goes out for a chat. Most of the time, they fish in different parts of the Grand Canal using fishing rods with reels. The government releases a lot of fish there, and many people fish there. On weekends or public holidays, many people try to fish there. They often try to catch fish, cast their lines, and chat. So, I'm going to tell you about one such incident. They went fishing; there were two of them that day. Usually, there are three of them together, but that day, for some reason, the third person didn't come. So, when the two of them went fishing, they found that they had been trying for three consecutive days but couldn't catch a single fish. On the fourth day, when they went fishing, unlike the other days when there were three of them, there were only two of them. They tried fishing for a long time, trying as they did on other days, but it wasn't working.
By Lilyabout a year ago in Horror