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Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh PalA professionally trained software engineer and Content writer, Abdul Rahim khurram has spent the last Couple of year reading and writing Different kind of book and novels giving His characters a palpable spark! His latest work is the sequel to his debut Short suspense stories. He Has written article for variety of site.Read More...
A professionally trained software engineer and Content writer, Abdul Rahim khurram has spent the last Couple of year reading and writing Different kind of book and novels giving His characters a palpable spark! His latest work is the sequel to his debut Short suspense stories. He Has written article for variety of site.
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It was a dark, gloomy night when a group of teenagers decided to explore the abandoned asylum at the edge of town. They had heard rumors about the place being haunted, but they were young and brave, and they didn't believe in ghosts.
As they approached the rusted gates of the asylum, they felt a chill run down their spines. The gates creaked open, as if inviting them in. They stepped inside and started to explore the derelict buildings.
The place was i
It was a dark, gloomy night when a group of teenagers decided to explore the abandoned asylum at the edge of town. They had heard rumors about the place being haunted, but they were young and brave, and they didn't believe in ghosts.
As they approached the rusted gates of the asylum, they felt a chill run down their spines. The gates creaked open, as if inviting them in. They stepped inside and started to explore the derelict buildings.
The place was in a state of disrepair, with peeling wallpaper, broken furniture, and shattered glass littering the floors. As they walked deeper into the asylum, they heard strange noises coming from the walls. It sounded like whispers and moans, but they couldn't make out what was being said.
Suddenly, they heard a loud, piercing scream coming from the end of the corridor. They ran towards the source of the noise and found themselves in a dark, dank room. The walls were covered in mold and the air was thick with the stench of decay.
In the corner of the room, they saw a figure huddled up in a ball, rocking back and forth. It was a woman, dressed in a white hospital gown. Her eyes were hollow and her face was contorted in a permanent expression of terror.
Michael and Lindy Chamberlain are camping with their three children. During a bonfire BBQ, the baby screams. Lindy checks on Azaria and finds a dingo with food. Lost baby isn't found. Lindy's story is confirmed. Chamberlain loses favour. Many consider Lindy cool and accepting of her fate. Her rumours are confirmed.
Michael and Lindy Chamberlain are camping with their three children. During a bonfire BBQ, the baby screams. Lindy checks on Azaria and finds a dingo with food. Lost baby isn't found. Lindy's story is confirmed. Chamberlain loses favour. Many consider Lindy cool and accepting of her fate. Her rumours are confirmed.
I walked into the front door and locked it behind me, keeping the cold chill out. To go into the shower, I hurriedly opened the glass door and went into the shower while still fully clad in my clothes. The water had seeped through my clothing, and I had to undress down to my underwear. I went to the store and bought a bar of lavender-scented soap since I couldn't determine whether I should wash or burn the clothing I'd found. As I scraped my hands over the wat
I walked into the front door and locked it behind me, keeping the cold chill out. To go into the shower, I hurriedly opened the glass door and went into the shower while still fully clad in my clothes. The water had seeped through my clothing, and I had to undress down to my underwear. I went to the store and bought a bar of lavender-scented soap since I couldn't determine whether I should wash or burn the clothing I'd found. As I scraped my hands over the water, the water became a lovely, sudsy pink. I stood there and watched the gory run-off circle the drainage pipe.
My thoughts began to clarify as the water began to recede. As soon as I came down from my adrenaline high, I set about making a strategy. After my shower, I'd put my clothing in a bag and toss them in the trash. Trash collection would take place in the morning, and then they'd be gone for good. As soon as I was certain that every single trace of blood splatter had been removed from my body, I walked outside and dried off. I threw on my sweatpants and went to the office.
Marcus sat in his little upstairs bedroom, his head resting on the misty glass, watching the torrential downpour outside. A thunderclap rattled the home, jarring Marcus out of his slumber and into consciousness. An exhilarating exhale accompanied his abrupt withdrawal from the window.
“Marcus?”
Taking his gaze away from the dismal landscape beyond his window, Marcus turned to look at his elder sister, Sophie, who stood
Marcus sat in his little upstairs bedroom, his head resting on the misty glass, watching the torrential downpour outside. A thunderclap rattled the home, jarring Marcus out of his slumber and into consciousness. An exhilarating exhale accompanied his abrupt withdrawal from the window.
“Marcus?”
Taking his gaze away from the dismal landscape beyond his window, Marcus turned to look at his elder sister, Sophie, who stood at the entryway of the house.
"If you want to say goodbye to Mom and Dad before they go for work, that's OK."
Following his sister down the stairs, Marcus nodded and risked a short glimpse back at his sister through the open window. A coat had been slung over his shoulders, and his mother was applying lipstick at the front door. As she looked in the mirror, she saw Sophie and Marcus coming down from the reflection. She grinned.
'I haven't seen you since the early hours of the morning. "Can you tell me what my little bee has been up to?" Marcus thought her voice sounded phoney. It caused his insides to twitch.
When I opened the front door, the real danger began. The six-six monster has been haunting my fiancée for more than a year beneath my porch. His nose was drenched with raindrops while the hairs of his buzz cut stood on edge. I could see by the look on his face that opening the door had been a mistake by the way he had his jacket collar pulled up.
When I attempted to come up with a way to defend myself or warn him away, nothing came to me.
When I opened the front door, the real danger began. The six-six monster has been haunting my fiancée for more than a year beneath my porch. His nose was drenched with raindrops while the hairs of his buzz cut stood on edge. I could see by the look on his face that opening the door had been a mistake by the way he had his jacket collar pulled up.
When I attempted to come up with a way to defend myself or warn him away, nothing came to me. First to speak, he.
'It's a nice evening, isn't it, Dan?'
Looking over his shoulder, I saw a thick layer of rain sticking to the obsidian roof tiles of the buildings across the street.
'Eh..'
He grabbed my chest with his frying pan-sized palm and forced me back into the hallway of my own home.
'Dan, are you here?'
As he pushed me against the wall, closed the door behind him, and turned the key in the lock, I shook my head and sighed in frustration.
It was a mistake for me to come. After getting into this taxi cab and driving all the way across town to get here, I should have known better than to do so. Nonetheless, I did. When I saw that face among hundreds of others, I wondered whether it was just my mind playing tricks on me. At first, I wondered whether it was some kind of optical illusion, or maybe a nasty prank.
I considered it possible that it was a sign that I needed to get out of t
It was a mistake for me to come. After getting into this taxi cab and driving all the way across town to get here, I should have known better than to do so. Nonetheless, I did. When I saw that face among hundreds of others, I wondered whether it was just my mind playing tricks on me. At first, I wondered whether it was some kind of optical illusion, or maybe a nasty prank.
I considered it possible that it was a sign that I needed to get out of the house. Take a few sips of anything to drink. Or two, or three.
Is it possible that I'm becoming insane?
Their image may be seen everywhere. I'm not familiar with them. I wondered whether they were familiar with me. But those violet eyes, with that nefarious scar... That blood, pouring out of their nostrils, Can you imagine how I may have met them previously and not remembered it?
Is it possible that I'm becoming insane?
When I initially spotted them, I assumed they could be in need of some assistance. I had to push my way through a sea of fleshy bodies on the pavement to get to them, but by the time I did, they were already vanished. A spatter of blood was the only thing that had taken their place. Two or three drips, maybe three, of water trickling down the concrete.
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It was my intention to say 'forgive me!' Mark screamed angrily. In his third effort to apologise, he raised his voice a bit higher and added an exaggerated 'curtseying' arm gesture to his stance. However, he acknowledged to himself that it was mostly his fault that the two guys had come into contact with each other, but he saw no reason for this individual to be so disrespectful. Mark
This Book Contain Short stories For all Age group of people
It was my intention to say 'forgive me!' Mark screamed angrily. In his third effort to apologise, he raised his voice a bit higher and added an exaggerated 'curtseying' arm gesture to his stance. However, he acknowledged to himself that it was mostly his fault that the two guys had come into contact with each other, but he saw no reason for this individual to be so disrespectful. Mark had been wandering along, trying to recall where he was and why he had gone for a walk. Eventually, he remembered. It seemed as if he had just recently awoken or as if a fog bank had fallen over his head, since he was having difficulty thinking clearly and coherently. In any case, he had previously knocked into the other guy, who had also been preoccupied while he was walking, and had said "excuse me" twice to him before this point. The guy had come to a complete halt, gazing about and looked a little perplexed, as if he didn't understand what had just occurred. After a courteous "pardon me," Mark attempted to apologise in a more direct manner. "Excuse me," I said once again, but the guy stood there, staring at him, or rather through him, as if he were invisible. Mark turned around and went up the street when his third effort to apologise failed to elicit a response from the other guy.
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