The Paranormal Tales.

- So I came back to the History of the Pararana. Now that you will read the blue on your back, the light will be light. Do not read this story. So let's go to Bhanna. If there is any such thing happened with you then write my email /arfinnassim123@gmail.com/ in this address. If you have to happen, people are living in the way of life in the way of life. So let's go to the event. Rivers, Deep night Covered in dense fog sheets all around. Subal, a brave young man in the village, went out to fish alone tonight. His purpose is to catch the big cotton fish, which everyone in the village has only heard in the story. Subal sailed on the boat in the deep part of the river. When he reached the middle of the river, he dropped the net. After a while Subal realized that something big was stuck in the net. He tried to pull the net quickly, but the fish was so heavy that Subal couldn't do anything. Suddenly a Mayabi light began to come out of the river water. Subal saw the fog piercing...

So I came back to the History of the Pararana. Now that you will read the blue on your back, the light will be light.  Do not read this story. So let's go to Bhanna. If there is any such thing happened with you then write my email /arfinnassim123@gmail.com/ in this address.  If you have to happen, people are living in the way of life in the way of life. ​In a quiet coastal town, a young artist named Maya receives a mysterious locket as a gift. Unbeknownst to her, it is enchanted with a dark curse by a jealous rival. As the locket’s malevolent power slowly takes hold, Maya's life unravels, blurring the line between reality and a nightmarish world created by black magic. This is a story of envy, betrayal, and the struggle to break free from an invisible, suffocating darkness. ​The Whispers of a Cursed Locket ​Maya, a talented artist with a heart full of dreams, lived in the serene town of Port Serenity. Her canvases were vibrant, her spirit was free, and her art studio was her...

  বর্ণনা: ​একটি প্রাচীন শহরের ধূলোময়, ভুলে যাওয়া গলিগুলোতে, একজন হতাশাগ্রস্ত মানুষ কালো জাদুর মাধ্যমে জিন-এর নিষিদ্ধ শক্তির খোঁজ করে। কিন্তু এই শক্তির মূল্য পুরোপুরি শোধ হয় না যতক্ষণ না এটি আত্মাকে গ্রাস করে, জীবিতকে অতিপ্রাকৃতের অশুভ ইচ্ছার সাথে বেঁধে রাখে। এটি উচ্চাকাঙ্ক্ষা, কালো জাদু এবং অদেখা জগতের সাথে সংযোগ স্থাপনের ভয়ানক পরিণতির একটি গল্প। ​ছায়ার চুক্তি ​এক প্রাচীন শহরের গোলকধাঁধাময় হৃদয়ে, যেখানে রোদে পোড়া মাটির ইটের বাড়িগুলো একে অপরের উপর ঝুঁকে ছিল, সেখানে তারিক নামের এক লোক বাস করত। তার জীবন ছিল দুর্ভাগ্য আর হতাশার সুতোয় বোনা একটি কাপড়। তার দোকান, যা একসময় ব্যবসায়ে জমজমাট ছিল, এখন নীরব এবং খালি। তার পরিবার, যা একসময় প্রাণবন্ত ছিল, দারিদ্র্য আর অসুস্থতার ভারে শুকিয়ে যাচ্ছিল। হতাশা, একটি নিরলস ছায়ার মতো, তাকে সর্বত্র অনুসরণ করত, যতক্ষণ না এটি অবশেষে তাকে একটি ফিসফিসে নামের কাছে নিয়ে যায় - "জিনের ফিসফিসানি।" ​জিনের ফিসফিসানি, এক বৃদ্ধা যার চোখ পালিশ করা কাঁচের মতো ছিল, এমন একটি বাড়িতে থাকত যা লতায় এতটাই আবৃত ছিল যে মনে হতো এটি পৃথিবীর মধ্যে মিশে গেছে। ...

  In the dusty, forgotten alleys of an ancient city, a desperate man seeks the forbidden power of a Djinn through dark rituals. But the price of such power is never truly paid until it consumes the soul, binding the living to the malevolent will of the supernatural. This is a tale of ambition, black magic, and the terrifying consequences of crossing into the realm of the unseen. ​The Shadow's Pact ​Deep within the labyrinthine heart of an ancient city, where sun-baked mud brick homes leaned precariously against one another, lived a man named Tariq. His life was a tapestry woven with threads of misfortune and despair. His shop, once bustling with trade, now stood silent and empty. His family, once vibrant, withered under the weight of poverty and illness. Desperation, a relentless shadow, followed him everywhere, until it finally led him to a whispered name – "The Whisperer of Djinn." ​The Whisperer, a withered old woman with eyes like polished obsidian, lived in a hous...

 The old mansion on the outskirts of our town was a sight to behold, but its beauty was shrouded in an eerie aura. Locals whispered tales of its two-century-old history, filled with chilling events that would make one's blood run cold. ​Children, even during the day, would steer clear of the place. It was said that a boy once ventured inside on a dare and was never seen again. Despite extensive searches by the police, no trace of him was ever found. From then on, the house earned its infamous title as the "haunted mansion." ​As night fell, strange sounds would emanate from the house. Some said it was the groans of a tormented soul, while others claimed it was the sound of children weeping. A lone, ancient sheuli tree stood in the yard, and on moonlit nights, a figure in a white saree was said to appear in its branches. ​One evening, my three friends and I, driven by a foolish sense of curiosity, decided to approach the mansion. The silence was unnerving, but we heard no s...

 An ancient manor, long shrouded in grim whispers, becomes the unwilling home to a young couple seeking a fresh start. They soon discover that Blackwood Manor holds more than just history within its decaying walls—it harbors a restless spirit determined to reclaim what was lost. Dive into a chilling tale of love, loss, and an inescapable presence that haunts every shadow. ​The old car rumbled down the winding, tree-lined lane, its headlights cutting through the deepening twilight. Inside, Sarah clutched Mark’s hand, a nervous flutter in her stomach. “Are you sure about this, Mark?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. ​Mark squeezed her hand reassuringly. “It’s perfect, Sarah. A fresh start. No more city noise, just us, and... well, Blackwood Manor.” He gestured towards the silhouette of a grand, yet undeniably foreboding, house emerging from the trees ahead. ​Blackwood Manor. Its name alone sent shivers down the spines of the locals. Built in the late 1700s, it had a long, grim ...

  -The old house stood on a lonely hill overlooking the town, its darkened windows like empty eyes staring out at the world. Locals called it the "Whispering House," not because of any audible sound, but because of the unsettling feeling it evoked – as if secrets were constantly being exchanged within its decaying walls. For decades, it had remained abandoned, a monument to a forgotten tragedy. ​Our story begins with Anya, a young, ambitious photographer, and her brother, Rohan, an aspiring writer. Both were drawn to the house’s eerie beauty, seeing it as the perfect setting for their respective projects. Anya sought to capture its decaying grandeur, while Rohan hoped its chilling history would inspire his next horror novel. Despite warnings from the townspeople, they bought the house for a ridiculously low price, dismissing the superstitions as mere folklore. ​The first few days were exhilarating. Anya explored every dusty corner, her camera clicking away, documenting the ...