Khooni Shaam Karachi Ke Beech Ek Darawani Kahani
Mera naam Ahsan hai. Main Karachi mein rehta hoon, ek aam sa aadmi, jo kabhi itni darawani kahani soch bhi nahi sakta tha jo meri zindagi badal de. Yeh kahani shuru hoti hai ek garam shaam se, jab main apne dost Ali ke saath Shehzad Colony ke paas ek purana ghar dekhne gaya tha. Log kehte hain ke wo ghar pehle ek ameer aadmi ka tha, jo bade mysteriously ek din gaayab ho gaya. Uske baad se us ghar ko sab "Bhoot Bangla" kehte hain. Shayad yeh naam uski sachi halat batata hai. Hum dono ko shuru mei
Woh Jungle Jahan Rasta Khatam Nahi Hota
Mera naam Kashif Mehmood hai, aur main Lahore mein rehta hoon. Zindagi mein kabhi kisi cheez se dar nahi laga, lekin ab jab main raat ko akela hota hoon, to ek jungle meri aankhon ke samne zinda ho uthta hai. Woh jungle jahan maine apna sab kuch kho diya. Main ek chhoti si real estate agency chalaata hoon, har mahine ka guzara bas theek-thaak ho jaata hai. Meri zindagi ka maksad meri family hai — meri biwi Shehla, meri beti Zara, mera beta Daniyal, aur mere walid sahab, Haji Ghulam. Zara ab 18 s
Woh Jo Qabar Se Bolta Tha
Mera naam Salman hai. Main Karachi ka rehne wala hoon. Pesha se photojournalist hoon. Logon ki kahaniyan tasveeron mein utaarne ka kaam karta hooon aur mein Har jagah gaya hoon hospitals, police stations, protest grounds, aur kabhi kabhi... kabristan bhi. Lekin jo hua tha ek bar, woh na kabhi bhool paya hoon, na samajh paya hoon. Woh December ki thandi raat thi. Mera dost Danish jo aik news agency mein kaam karta tha, usne mujhe bola ke aik purane kabristan mein kuch ajeeb ho raha hai. Keh raha
Thandi Ungliyon Ka Ehsaas – Karachi Defence Ka Bhootiya Waqia
Mera naam Saad hai. Main Karachi ke Defence area mein rehta hoon, aur main humeaankhen band karta hoon toh uski thandi ungliyon ka ehsaas mehsoos hota hai. Woh chehra... woh aankhen... kabhi nahi bhoolta. "Bloodtale ki yeh story kaise lagi comment mein zarur bataiyega" aur share karna mat bhoolna doston se. sha se hi kisi bhi bhoot,rooh ya aatma jaise cheezon pe yakeen nahi karta tha. Lekin jo mere saath pichle saal hua, uske baad meri soch hamesha ke liye badal gayi.Waqia October ki
Jheel Ke Us Paar
Mera naam Danish hai, aur main Lahore mein rehta hoon. Mein apni Zindagi mein bohot dafa doston ke sath night outs aur trips pe gaya hoon, lekin 17 September 2023 ka din meri zindagi ka aakhri normal din tha. Iske baad jo hua, uske baad main na kabhi raat ko chain se so saka, na kabhi kisi sunsaan jaga pe qadam rakh saka. Hum paanch dost thay – main, Hammad, Babar, Shezi, aur Usman. Weekend aaraha tha, aur Hammad ne idea diya ke is dafa koi routine jagah pe nahi, kuch adventure karte hain. Usne
Chak 89 Shumali Woh Gaon Jo 1991 Ke Baad Sirf Dhund Mein Zinda Hai
Mera naam Adeel hai, aur mein ek journalist hoon Karachi se. Lekin jo mein aaj likh raha hoon, woh journalism nahi — yeh confession hai. Yeh us raat ka sach hai jo mein apne zehan se kabhi nahi nikaal saka. Sab kuch us waqt shuru hua jab mujhe apne editor ne ek assignment diya “Punjab ke ek chhote se gaon Chak 89 Shumali mein kuch ajeeb waqeaat ho rahe hain.wahan ke Logon se sunne mein aaraha hai keh dhund ke ander log ghayab ho jaate hain.” Main sochta raha, yeh koi afwah hogi. Lekin j
Karsaaz Road Ka Qatil Saya Karachi Ki Sab Se Khaufnaak Kahani
Mera naam Areeba hai. Main Karachi ki rehne wali hoon, aur ye kahani meri zindagi ki sab se khaufnaak kahani hai jo main kabhi nahi bhool sakti. Sab kuch us raat shuru hua jab main apni best friend Mehak ke ghar se wapas aa rahi thi. us time raat ke 12 baj rahe the. Karachi ki roads waise bhi raat ko khaali si lagti hain, lekin Karsaaz Road ka kuch aur hi maamla tha. Mere abu hamesha kehte the ke "raat ke waqt Karsaaz Road se mat guzra karo... wahan ek saya hai jo insaanon ke liye khatr
Sarkata Ka Shraap Kabristan Ki Woh Dastaan Jo Kabhi Khatm Nahi Hoti
Kabristan ke andar ek purani, purana maqbara tha. Darwaza khud apne aap hil raha tha, bina kisi hawa ke. Maine apna camera on kiya aur record karna start kiya. Tabhi achanak ek ajeeb si awaaz aayi… jaise koi rassi kheench raha ho… ya koi cheekh chhupane ki koshish kar raha ho.Mere dost Aryan ne kaha, “Chal yaar andar chalte hain… yeh sab kuch nahi hota.” Lekin mere dil mein kuch ajeeb si bechaini horahe thi. Jese koi mujhe rokna chah raha ho, keh raha ho, "Yahan se laut ja."
Bhootiya Raat Ek Andheri Gali Aur Purani Haveli Ki Darawani Kahani
Mera naam Kabir hai, aur aaj main aapke saamne ek aisi kahani laaya hoon jo maine khud apne shehar ki khaufnak galliyon mein mehsoos ki hai. Yeh sirf ek kahani nahi, balki woh waaqia hai jisne meri zindagi ko badal kar rakh diya. Shayad aap log sochen ki yeh sirf ek horror story hai, lekin jab tak aap meri baat nahi sunoge, shayad aap samajh nahi paoge ki dar asal mein kaisa hota hai. ek raat jab main apni college ki library se late night ghar wapas aa raha tha. chaaron taraf bilkul khamosh t
Rukhsana Ki Aatma Aur Manora Ka Bhayankar Safar
Mera naam Mubashir Ahmed hai, aur aaj main aap se jo kahani share karne jaa raha hoon, woh aapke dil mein ek gehra darr daal degi. Yeh kahani ek aise jagah ki hai jo Karachi ke sheher ke itne kareeb hai, lekin uski purani ghatnayen aaj tak wahan ke logon ko raat bhar dar ke saaye mein jeene par majboor karti hain. Yeh kahani Manora Island ki hai, jo apni bhayankar aur purani kahaniyon ke liye mashhoor hai. Aaj tak, is jagah par jo kuch bhi hua, woh sab sirf logon ke liye khaufnak yaad ban gayi h
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