The darkest hour is incorrectly referenced as being an hour, or sixty minutes long, when in fact the majority of people would agree the darkest hour often references a great chunk of time. My darkest hour began with the first kill in a chain of serial murders. This isn't just any murder story, there is no "final girl" emerging from the fire and blood the killer left in his wake. the past, no matter how hard we try running always comes back to teach us its lessons. I've tried for many years forgetting the blood soaked pavement under the carved bodies of the people I loved. I think about the friends I lost. And how the killer is still out there. As the end approaches I fear that I'll never get the time to tell my story. With death itself breathing down my neck Ill start from the beginning...At the first incident. **** WARNING**** This book contains chapters that younger readers and people who struggle with mental health may find disturbing or triggering. This includes things like written talks about depression and suicide. It is never my intention to make people feel worse and if you are struggling to find resources please reach out or contact the national helpline at (810-662-4357)

*** The Vision was shortlisted for the Watty India Awards 2019 under the horror/paranormal category.*** This is a supernatural adventure story of Abhay along with his childhood friend Vipul. Abhay has some visions which were earlier ignored as nightmares but it turned out to be something else. Join Abhay and his friend Vipul along with Officer Madhav as they solve the most twisted cases in the town. Cover Picture designed by- @InfamousPaint This is a work of Fiction. The story and the characters are an integral property of Biswajit Patnaik and all copyright reserved. Please do not copy or reproduce the story in any form. If you are reading this story on any platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to https://www.wattpad.com/user/Patnaik87. Thank you.

'I'm Asavri Bhattacharya. I won the Indian Koel 3 years ago.' A young woman, dazed, covered in wounds, mind addled by drugs tells a TV journalist on the streets of Mumbai. Soon she breaks into a song, leaving everyone mesmerized by her melodious voice. How can she be Asavri? Asavri died in a car accident 3 years ago, soon after her win. Her body was cremated; her death mourned by the whole nation. Is the woman an imposter or is she telling the truth? News spreads like wildfire, the press and public begin clamouring for answers. If this is indeed the real Asavri, then who was cremated three years ago? And who is responsible for these macabre circumstances? Is it Tanya, the first runner-up who wore the victor's crown after Asavri was declared dead, or Rudra - Asavri's ex-husband? Or is it Kamini Devi - the glamorous MP with a sinister plan? Or Avniel - the film journalist - who shot to fame by writing Asavri's biography soon after her death? And why does Asavri keep muttering the name Monty. Who is he? Her tormentor or saviour. Kanchana Banerjee's latest is an exhilarating and chilling story about the dark side of fame.