The Black Thread | Nazar – A Short Horror Story

Riya had always been told she was too lucky. A perfect job, a fiancé everyone envied, beauty that strangers whispered about. Her mother made her wear a thin black thread around her wrist—“to keep away najar”—but Riya laughed it off. She was educated, rational, not the type to believe in village superstitions.

One evening, as she scrolled through endless comments on her engagement photos, she noticed something odd. Hundreds of likes, yes. But in the middle—one single comment.

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👁️ “So perfect. Najar will find you.”

It was from an account with no profile picture. No posts. No followers. Just the username: ek_nazar.

She deleted it, shrugged it off.

That night, while brushing her teeth, she noticed the bathroom mirror fogging. A shape appeared in the condensation. Not a handprint. Not writing. Just a single, unblinking eye.

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The days that followed blurred into a waking nightmare.

• Her fiancé tripped and fractured his arm the morning after she posted a picture of them laughing.
• Her car brakes failed, even though they had just been serviced.
• Every reflection—mirrors, windows, even her phone screen—showed not just her face, but a faint, shadowy second pair of eyes staring back at her.

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The black thread on her wrist darkened day by day, turning brittle, almost like it was absorbing something. She tried taking it off once—but woke up that night choking, the thread wrapped tight around her neck like a noose.

Sleep became impossible. Each time she closed her eyes, she felt someone else’s gaze searing through her skull. She stopped eating, stopped going out. The eyes followed her everywhere.

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And then, one night, the voice came.

A whisper in her ear while she lay trembling in bed:
“Everything they admire… everything they desire… I will take it all. Until you have nothing left.”

Riya tore off her black thread, screaming at the unseen presence. Her mirror cracked. The room went silent.

In the shards of glass, she saw herself. But not quite.

Her reflection didn’t blink.
Her reflection was smiling.
And its eyes… were no longer hers.