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A crazy killer is on a spree. Surprisingly, no one can clearly remember his face. What kind of deceptive tricks is the killer playing? Reading time: 8 minutes. Now, also available on Wattpad and Pratilipi. SENSITIVE CONTENT WARNING! The detective sat idle in his chair while scrolling Instagram reels. Anxiety kept eating away at him. The case of two murders that he was working on had gotten nowhere in the past week. If he has no clue soon enough, this will turn cold like the bodies they had found. He had no idea what he was watching. The scrolling gave him a false sense of progress. He felt as if he was going somewhere. Maybe the killer will turn up at the bottom of the feed. A car chased across the highway at the speed of the wind. The caption read When Liquor store is closing in 5 minutes. Does your dog bite? It's complicated, another caption read. The dog rolled down a small thing that made the skaters trip and fall. The first comment read An alternate universe where Joh...

A man confesses on his trial for murder. Reading time: 4 minutes. Just a Precaution The courtroom was silent; no one said a thing. The prosecutor had just summed up his case. The judge had asked the convict if he wanted to say something. The convict had asked for a glass of water. The doorman entered with a glass of water. He walked up to the booth and handed it to the convict, who gulped it down and handed it back. “I did it,” he said finally. Everyone in the courtroom gasped. The judge ordered them to settle down, and the convict went on. “I killed my best friend. I didn’t want to, but he threatened to throw me to the police for murder. Yes, I killed the barman too. It all happened in a spur of the moment.” The convict was lost in his memories. “It was late, and I had been thrown out of three bars consecutively. This was fourth. The barman said they had closed, but I begged him to serve me one last drink. My alcohol addiction got the best of me. He refused, and I lost my tempe...

A woman can perceive the dead and that is still not the darkest part of her existence. Reading time: 7 minutes. The Broken Pendant S he moved around the dark living room, trying to get to the hall without bumping into anything and surprisingly, she did. It was as if she had moved through the furniture. The clouds rumbled over her head in the sky although the rain had stopped. She put the dish in the sink and went back to the living room ignoring the young woman who stood in the hallway, with her torn up dress and her face hidden behind her messy hair, both covered in dirt and blood. She sat on the couch, in complete darkness and dead silence. The only thing that could be heard was the remnants of the storm that had now calmed down. She moved her head towards the window and looked outside. Another woman stood just outside the window, old, this one but with somewhat the same appearance—clothes, dirty, torn-up, and bloodied; face, hidden behind her bushy hair also covered in dirt an...

A serial killer has split-personality disorder. He finds a letter written to him from his other self requesting to stay away from his new girlfriend, but he visits her anyway. Reading time: 24 minutes The Letter to My Other Self 1. I had woken up after a very long time. It almost felt like an eternity. I opened my eyes, and there it was, the night, my love waiting for me. I was so happy, so excited to see the night that I didn't even move for a full minute after waking up. I just stayed in bed looking at the beautiful darkness and listening to the silence, a melody to my ears. It was breathtaking, the moment. I was so happy that it didn't occur to me that I was smiling, from ear to ear, lying in my bed, staring into the darkness. I got out of the bed and hurdled towards the kitchen to get a bottle out of the fridge. I turned on the light, opened the refrigerator, grabbed a bottle, shut the fridge, and there it was—a tiny piece of orange paper stuck on the door. I carelessly ...