Last year during summertime I visited my aunt’s place. I was enjoying myself to my extreme, away from all the homework and studying but then my visit took a ugly and petryfing turn. I was heading towards the bathroom on the second floor when I saw my cousin Trisha playing on the stairs.She was very
Neurotic – a person who is afflicted with a neurosis or who tends to be emotionally unstable or unusually anxious. Some people are neurotic in nature, they hide it behind their beautiful yet deceiving and cunning exterior. Have you ever wondered, all those actions caused by you, how they are affecting people around you? No,
Hey guys I am back with part 2, here is the link of my 1st part – Benoy? Are you alright? Benoy ????? What the fu** just happened? For how long are you gonna take revenge on that poor girl, she already paid for her mistakes, now leave her alone, please I am begging you.
Father told me never to go down our old basement, but I wanted to know the noise, which came constantly throughout the night. It kind of sounds like a cat meowing, and I wanted to see the cat so I opened the basement door and tiptoed down a bit. I didn’t see any cat, as
There is a dark presence in every one of us, but we acknowledge to ignore it, boy sometimes that works wonders for us. I am sure you are familiar with a spider’s net, so intriguing in its own way. The curves, the unending pain of the stuck victims, which strikes fear in its prey’s heart.
The human anatomy is a delicate and intricate set of work, done precisely to excel at many things, including their primal urges- mating, self-preservation, and killing. There are several parts of our body, functioning in their own separate ways, yet in unison. But my favorite is the neck, so delicate yet agile. From a single
The calling bell rang…It’s 10 PM. Who could it be? “Roy, at this hour?”, Mother cried… “Where’s Ria? There you are, get dressed we have an interesting case you will love it…” “Do you find this a joke every time taking my dear daughter to cases like such? Last day I heard she was examining
So here I was standing, with a dead body of a lady lying, I assume to be around the age of 25-26. “What was her age?” asked by Inspector Chowdhury, my lovely uncle. “26”, said by a young, muscular. Ah, my assumption was right. I am always right! Lowered my spectacles in pride. Moving on…
Deep, deep down, I’m still a child, painting bedroom walls Setting fires after my mother’s death A crazy peril in its most threatening state No idea what’s wrong with me Craving blood as a necessity Here they come one by one To take me away from this gruesome place As the knife fell from my