It's never really easy to deal with ghosts, especially when they're vengeful and everywhere around you.

~Just some random scribbles ! You can call'em poems or whatever !

This Book contains all the poems I had written till now. Which includes:- Poems on Breakups. Poems on love. Poems on soldiers and their lifestyle. Poems on mothers and their struggles. Poems on topics people won't talk about. Read to find out. You would love them for sure. This book is published subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade, sold for hideout or otherwise circulated without the publisher's prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that is which is published. © All rights reserved Cover Illustration : @vanditainwanderlust

This is a book of some poems I've written recently. Some are about me, some are about books, and some are about something else entirely. Either way, I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them.

[Historical Horror/Short Story] When two scientists are found impaled out on the ancient hills of Dartmoor, "Jack", a young man on his own misguided path, leaves London in search of morbid significance in his colleagues' deaths. Staying the night in a worn out inn where time stops making sense and objects move on their own, "Jack" writes home to his sweetheart in a desperate attempt to understand what is happening to him, and why he's forgetting his own name. When twisted dreams and visions of corpses begin proving all too much for him, "Jack" learns a little too late that somebody had set the stage for his downfall long ago. ••• This short story is set in 1884. Featured in the "Jack" Anthology hosted by Wattpad Stars @ShaunAllan and @GregCarrico.

The horror you read tonight (or morning) will haunt you forever. After reading this you will never be the same. The monsters/creatures your parents think are not real are just around the corner. Life itself will be a living nightmare. Under you bed, in your closet and behind the doors of your bathroom will hide the monsters till it is time to come out and feast. I wish you good luck on your journey through the maze of uncertainty.

Unknown Number: I buried the body. What now? Me: Umm...what? Unknown Number: Ah shit. Sorry, wrong number! Could you like...delete that message? Me: Will the police be able to track it back to me if i don't? Unknown Number: ...yes. Me: Ok. Deleted. Bye. [Completed] Cover by @daisybrowser