• English - Horror

    The House on College Street

    September 23, 2025 - By 

    Rishabh Sen Episode 1 – The Key in the Dust The old mansion on College Street stood between two bookstalls like an unwelcome intruder in a crowded marketplace. Its façade leaned as though tired of holding its own weight, blackened with soot and rain. Once it must have been a proud colonial house with verandahs, high arched windows, and a tall iron gate. Now, the gate sagged on its hinges, its bars eaten by rust, and the windows wore shutters nailed from the inside. Even in the middle of the afternoon, when the book market throbbed with students shouting for…

  • English - Horror

    The Tea Estate’s Secret

    September 21, 2025 - By 

    Srirupa Deka The story begins in the sprawling tea gardens of Assam, where the rolling hills are carpeted in green, and the morning sun often struggles to pierce through a shroud of heavy mist. For the laborers who spend their days plucking delicate tea leaves, the mist is more than just a veil of nature—it is the cloak of a tale whispered across generations. They speak of the “White Lady,” a spectral figure said to wander the gardens after dusk, her presence heralded by a voice so hauntingly sweet that even the strongest men cannot resist its pull. By day,…

  • English - Horror

    The Dolls of Bowbazar

    September 17, 2025 - By 

    Tanika Sen Part 1: Arrival The rickshaw slowed as it turned into the narrow lanes of Bowbazar, its wheels rattling over uneven stones slick with last night’s rain. Mira clutched her dupatta tighter, staring out at the crumbling facades of colonial houses that seemed to lean against one another like tired old men. Once, this part of Kolkata had been vibrant, filled with traders, courtesans, and music spilling out of courtyards; now it felt like a relic of another century, with rusted gates and moss-streaked walls whispering of time’s decay. Arjun, sitting beside her, tapped the rickshaw wall lightly, his…

  • Hindi - Horror - प्रेतकथा

    काल सितारा

    September 17, 2025 - By 

    Vishal Varshney भैरवपुर गाँव बहुत साधारण था, चारों तरफ़ खेत, पीपल का पुराना पेड़, और बीच में मंदिर। लेकिन इस गाँव पर एक अनोखी छाया हमेशा से रही थी। हर पीढ़ी में बुज़ुर्ग बच्चों को चेतावनी देते थे—   “जब आकाश में लाल तारा चमके, दरवाज़े बंद कर लेना… वो है काल सितारा।”   गाँव के लोग मानते थे कि यह सितारा हर बार किसी एक जीवन की बलि लेता है। और बलि का स्थान अक्सर वही पुरानी हवेली होती थी, जो गाँव के छोर पर खंडहर की तरह खड़ी थी।   लाल तारे की रात   एक अमावस की…

  • English - Horror

    The Haunted Stepwell

    September 14, 2025 - By 

    Sourabh Shukla One Meera Joshi adjusted her backpack and wiped the sweat from her brow as she stood at the edge of the ancient Adalaj Stepwell in Gujarat. The air was thick with humidity, and a faint breeze carried the scent of wet stone and earth, giving the place a mysterious, almost otherworldly atmosphere. Her eyes traced the intricate carvings etched into the weathered walls of the stepwell, each depicting mythological scenes and ancient rituals. The local villagers had warned her repeatedly—especially the old man in the tea stall—of the stepwell’s dark past. Whispers of disappearances after sunset, shadowy figures…

  • English - Horror

    The Goddess Who Wept Blood

    September 13, 2025 - By 

    Prabhakar Iyer 1 The monsoon had arrived with a vengeance. Sheets of rain lashed against the tiled roofs of the small village of Bhawanipur, and the narrow lanes had turned into rivulets of muddy water rushing toward the swollen river. Thunder cracked across the sky, shaking the earth as if some forgotten deity was demanding to be remembered. Inside the old temple at the village’s edge, the priest, Haranath, struggled with his oil lamp, shielding the flickering flame from the intrusive gusts that slithered in through the half-broken shutters. The temple was small, its walls damp and moss-clad, yet it…

  • English - Horror

    The Bhool Bhulaiya of Lucknow

    September 7, 2025 - By 

    1 The train slowed into Lucknow Junction under a sky heavy with late afternoon heat, and Ananya Sen pressed her forehead against the glass to catch the first glimpse of the city she had read about for years. A history student with a fascination for architecture and the forgotten alleys of the past, she felt her pulse quicken as the domes and spires of the old city slid into view. Beside her, her younger cousin Meera was more animated by the thought of food than heritage, scrolling through her phone for the best kebab stalls she had bookmarked. The two…

  • English - Horror

    The Sunken Village

    September 6, 2025 - By 

    Lalit Kumar Tripathi The summer sun scorched the land with a vengeance, its fiery rays baking the cracked soil until it seemed the earth itself was thirsty. The dam that once brimmed with monsoon-fed waters now lay half-empty, its shoreline retreating day by day to expose what had been hidden for decades beneath its depths. From the muddy floor emerged strange, skeletal shapes—walls leaning against time, stones half-swallowed by silt, and the tilted shadow of a bell tower that once belonged to a village no one had seen in a generation. Fishermen, their nets dragging in shallow waters, muttered darkly…

  • English - Horror

    The Hollow Guest

    September 5, 2025 - By 

    Rudra Sen The road to Blackmoor village twisted like a serpent through the mist, narrow and slick with rain, the headlights of Daniel’s car cutting pale arcs across hedgerows that seemed to lean in and whisper as he drove. He was late, later than he had planned, and the countryside had that unnerving quality of stretching endlessly, as though he were circling the same patch of earth again and again. His editor had sent him here on what was meant to be a small piece—an article on forgotten English villages, the ones people left behind when the railways stopped running…

  • English - Horror

    The Last Ferry Across the Hooghly

    September 4, 2025 - By 

    Ritwik Sen Part 1 The Hooghly looked different at night, heavier somehow, as if the current carried with it the weight of centuries, of sailors who had come with strange tongues and strange flags, of traders whose goods had been swallowed in monsoon storms, of nameless villagers who had slipped into its depth and never returned. Anirban leaned over the rusted railings at Bagbazar ghat and lit a cigarette, trying to convince himself that he wasn’t wasting his time. He had been chasing the story for three months—rumours of a ferry that crossed the river at midnight even though the…