Tag: Psychological Horror Story

Someone Is Using My Face

It started with small things. People waved at me on the street. Strangers. Shopkeepers I’d never met. One man thanked

The first thing Arjun remembered was dying. Not the pain. Not the moment. Just the certainty that it had happened.

Ramesh was the last person awake in the office. Not by choice. By habit. The night shift ended at 2:00

Everyone avoided Flat 302. Not because of ghosts. Because people who stayed there came out… off. The room was cheap.