Thrillereramj Stories

"When the night comes, It rains again The deep-cut footprints are covered A painful memory It disappears without a trace At the end of the cold night...." Dead words can be buried in your mouth and body temperature can be shared. You don't hear footsteps when he walks. You don't see him breathing when he talks. He doesn't hold your hand, he doesn't stand too close, because if he does? Maybe you'll find out he's a 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵. #1 in nighttime! 12/16/25 #7 in mjfan! 12/16/25 #3 in ominous! 12/16/25 #3 in thrillerera! 12/21/25 #2 in eerie! 01/02/26