A Horror Tale...

A Horror Tale...

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I, along with the others grabbed a can of gasoline and walked into the house... this was the only hope that we had left... I hope this works... we walked through several rooms all the while pouring gasoline... making sure that we covered every inch of the house... We saw several things along the way... they were quite... horrific... blood on the walls... screaming coming from some rooms... and somethings that I just don't want to talk about... we must not pay attention to them... and get the job done... but... how did we get here...? Why are we doing this...? this is a horror tail... I had to delete it earlier because of some issues. it's a fact how ever... it will take long for the chapters to come...
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She came looking for a story. The story was looking for her. In the mountains of Pakistan lies Barzakhpur - a village that phases in and out of existence. A place where the fog lingers too long and the dead don't leave. Taniksha Shah rents an old haveli for creative solitude. Instead, she finds Aslan Ijaz - silent, severe, and far too watchful for a mere caretaker. He tells her not to leave after dark. He doesn't tell her he's chained himself to a bed every night to keep something inside him from reaching her. Because the entity wearing his bones has started to hate the way he looks at her. And in Barzakhpur, love is a weakness the dead do not forgive.

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