Arnab Goswami
Horror Fantasy Thriller
The time from which
I am afraid is the night time
Scared and frightening
Dreams and imaginations
Rains and thunderstorms
Scary dark night
Make me think
About my works
Be Kind To An...
Teacher
Traveling The...
Lost In The C...
Hills
International...
Mystery Behin...
Monsoon
No Tobacco
Breeze
In the realm of dreams, where wonders bloom, A tapestry weaves through midnight's gloom. In the realm of dreams, where wonders bloom, A tapestry weaves through midnig...
Perished into it's self absorption We Just got familiar with the territory of massacre, the doma... Perished into it's self absorption We Just got familiar with the territory o...
Musings Musings
Playing with her forest-green eyeballs like a child. Staring at her gory empty eye sockets he smi... Playing with her forest-green eyeballs like a child. Staring at her gory empt...
The pandemic cast a horrendous pall of gloom all around, Thoroughfares went empty; retail markets... The pandemic cast a horrendous pall of gloom all around, Thoroughfares went e...
No-one wants to be buried in the isolated room, I'm sitting in. I can sense centipedes are turnin... No-one wants to be buried in the isolated room, I'm sitting in. I can sense c...
The air is thick with a putrid smell, Of death and decay, a story to tell. The air is thick with a putrid smell, Of death and decay, a story to tell.
Where is the real home of ghosts? Where is the real home of ghosts?
With this brush, He wanted to create a new world, Where no humans exist. With this brush, He wanted to create a new world, Where no humans exist.
n the still of night, When the moon is full and bright, n the still of night, When the moon is full and bright,
A horrible tune A horrible tune
And with that, the washing machine stopped, The clothes fell still and the laughter dropped, And with that, the washing machine stopped, The clothes fell still and the la...
And while you lie there on your bed, ruminating over The happenings of the day, tell me, my dear... And while you lie there on your bed, ruminating over The happenings of the d...
The haunted manor is not for the weak. The haunted manor is not for the weak.
Will bring one's heart into one's mouth. Will bring one's heart into one's mouth.
Oh hear! My child of no one, ... Oh hear! My child of no one, ...
Haunted by something Haunted by something
She breathed her last, fire and flame Violated beyond repair She breathed her last, fire and flame Violated beyond repair
The night is dark, the moon is low, A whisper of wind begins to blow, The night is dark, the moon is low, A whisper of wind begins to blow,
Sadly, it is the mighty, the formidable who grab the spoils of war; Sadly, it is the mighty, the formidable who grab the spoils of war;
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