• English - Horror

    Whispers of the Shyambazar House

    August 25, 2025 - By 

    Anirban Sen The tram rattled past Bagbazar and screeched towards Shyambazar, its iron wheels sparking against the stubborn tracks as dusk settled over North Kolkata. The air smelled of roasted peanuts, incense smoke, and an old kind of weariness that clung to the city’s bones. Ananya adjusted her satchel against her shoulder and stepped off at the crossing where five roads tangled together like restless veins. She had been summoned by the trustees of an old zamindari estate, tasked with sorting through a century’s worth of brittle manuscripts and letters that had been abandoned in the crumbling mansion known simply…

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    The Saltwater Bride

    August 23, 2025 - By 

    Prakash Nayak 1 The train had rattled away hours ago, leaving Dr. Ananya Menon with only the crash of waves and the whisper of palms for company as she entered the fishing village that would become her temporary home. She had come armed with her instruments, notebooks, and the absolute conviction that science could measure everything worth knowing. Yet on her very first evening, as the sea winds thickened with the smell of brine and the restless stir of a storm brewing beyond the horizon, she noticed how the fishermen paused in their work, speaking in hushed tones as if…

  • English - Horror - Suspense

    The Last Tram to Esplanade

    August 21, 2025 - By 

    Sandip Chakraborty 1 The tram bell chimed faintly, its echo vanishing into the hushed expanse of Esplanade. Midnight in Kolkata had its own kind of silence—a silence alive with the creak of tram rails, the hiss of distant buses, and the occasional bark of stray dogs. Arup Chatterjee, in his worn khaki uniform, stood at his post with the familiarity of a man who had repeated this routine for thirty years. His eyes scanned the tram’s interior, dimly lit by yellow bulbs that flickered as though uncertain of their duty. There, in the corner seat, as always, sat the passenger.…

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    The Red Clay

    August 19, 2025 - By 

    Aanya Roy   Part 1: Arrival in Chandrapur The monsoon had begun its slow, deliberate siege over Bankura, draping the laterite hills in a persistent, misty gray. Every hill and hollow seemed to hold a secret, every forested path whispered with wind and rain. Arjun Sen’s jeep rolled over the slick red clay road, tires squelching in protest, as he left the asphalt of the district town behind and entered the forgotten spine of Chandrapur. The village appeared as if it had emerged from another century—terracotta temples leaning in tired dignity, mud walls patched with moss, and narrow lanes where…

  • English - Horror

    The Saree That Walked

    August 12, 2025 - By 

    Sampriti Bhattacharya 1 The train slid into Varanasi Junction under a pale winter sun, its light already filtered through a haze of incense smoke, dust, and the faint smell of the Ganga carried on the morning air. Arpita Sen stepped onto the platform, her leather satchel hanging heavily at her side, filled with notebooks, sketching pencils, and rolls of acid-free paper for documenting antique textiles. She had been commissioned by a heritage trust in Kolkata to research and archive rare Banarasi silk traditions, a project that felt as much like a pilgrimage as a professional assignment. Outside the station, the…

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    Puppet Strings

    August 11, 2025 - By 

    Amrita Lakhani Chapter 1 – Return to the Haveli The late afternoon sun draped the Rajasthani landscape in molten gold as Meera Rathore’s jeep rolled through the dusty road leading to her ancestral village. The air was thick with the scent of dry earth and marigold garlands strung outside small houses in preparation for an upcoming festival. For Meera, a heritage researcher who had spent years in Jaipur’s archives and museums, this trip was meant to be purely academic — an opportunity to document traditional kathputli puppet-making in its most authentic form. Yet, as the outline of the Rathore haveli…

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    The Narmada Pact

    August 8, 2025 - By 

    Aarushi Trivedi One The monsoon had just withdrawn from the land, leaving behind a scent of damp earth and ancient memories as Dr. Meera Rao stepped off the dusty jeep that brought her to Shulgaon—a quiet riverside village wrapped in dense sal groves and secrets. From the banks of the Narmada, the landscape stretched out with a deceptive serenity, the river gliding past like a sentient observer. Meera adjusted the scarf around her neck, shielding herself from the lingering heat, her eyes already scanning the site marked by flags and canvas tarps. It was an unassuming mound just fifty meters…

  • English - Horror

    The House Beyond Solang

    August 5, 2025 - By 

    Ritoban Chatterjee Part 1: The Snowline Ends Here The road to Solang wasn’t a road anymore. Past the tourist checkpoints and the snowmobilers shouting into the white wind, the tar peeled into gravel, then to silence. Ishaan Sen stood beside the BRO milestone that read SOLANG – 1 KM, the last marker of civilisation before it disappeared under the crust of old snow. His taxi driver had refused to go further. “Bad season,” he’d muttered, not making eye contact. “Locals don’t go that side after winter sets in. You shouldn’t either.” Ishaan had smiled. Writers didn’t scare easy. Or so…

  • English - Horror

    Red Door, No Echo

    July 31, 2025 - By 

    Vivaan Malik Part 1: The Room That Doesn’t Exist The rain fell like nails on the roof of the boarding house, hard and deliberate. Elliot Crane stepped out of the taxi, dragging a battered suitcase behind him, the soles of his boots already slick with Kolkata’s monsoon grime. The signboard above the house was missing letters—what remained read: “B R ING H USE.” A broken bulb swung from the lintel like a dying eye. He paused for a moment, collar turned up, and knocked twice. Behind the faded blue door, something shifted. A slit opened. Grey eyes squinted. “Room?” Elliot…

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    The Last Sermon at Kohima Church

    July 29, 2025 - By 

    Niraj Kashyap 1 The road to Kohima was narrower than Dev Malhotra expected, its serpentine curves stitched into hills that breathed mist with every mile. His cab driver, a lean man named Lipok, didn’t speak much beyond gestures and short English bursts. The air grew thinner as they climbed, and pine forests swayed like silent sentinels watching their passage. Dev kept his DSLR beside him, ready to catch any atmospheric shot that could set the tone for his article. A seasoned investigative journalist, he’d covered riots, cults, and graveyard confessions in Bundelkhand—but this was different. Stories of a phantom priest…