• English - Horror

    The Ghost Follower

    June 29, 2025 - By 

    Rhea D’Souza She first saw the message at 2:13 a.m., glowing faintly on her cracked iPhone screen: @mydeathwasnotanaccident: You remember the swing. The blood. The lie. Tia Kapoor blinked, swiping the notification away. Half-asleep, she assumed it was a prank or spam. Probably a desperate bot scraping her older posts. She had, after all, posted a moody reel last week with a retro swing in the frame — filters, glitch overlays, and the caption: “Some childhoods don’t swing back.” It had gone viral. Of course, someone would try to ride the algorithm with a creepy reply. But when she checked…

  • English - Horror

    The Drummers of Devikulam

    June 29, 2025 - By 

    Aritra Sen Chapter 1: The road to Devikulam wound like a serpent through the mist-laced hills of Kerala, each bend revealing a new secret of the land—clusters of tea bushes in perfect symmetry, skeletal trees clawing at the grey sky, and occasional shrines draped in red cloth and turmeric-smudged stone. Dr. Anirudh Menon sat in the back of a rickety jeep, gripping his weather-worn field journal and an old Sony audio recorder like a lifeline. The driver, a man of few words and fewer facial expressions, had merely nodded when Ani mentioned his reason for coming. “You’re here for the…

  • English - Horror

    The Eighth Door

    June 28, 2025 - By 

    Ishani Varma Part 1: Arrival at St. Elora’s The jeep rattled up the winding path as mist bled through the pine trees like a silent ghost. Ananya Roy pressed her forehead to the cool windowpane, watching the outline of the valley shift and disappear. Below, the Nilgiris rolled in endless folds of green-grey, but up here, only fog and silence reigned. The driver, a man of few words named Murugan, grunted as the tyres scraped a patch of gravel and caught again. “St. Elora’s ahead,” he said without turning. “Ten minutes.” She nodded, fingers curled around the worn leather strap…

  • English - Horror

    The Accountant’s Game

    June 28, 2025 - By 

    Dilip Joshi 1 The spreadsheets didn’t scream. They whispered. Subtle inconsistencies in formatting, curious repetition in transaction references, and the strange appearance of a dormant offshore subsidiary—“VKL Capital Holdings (Cayman)”—that had shown no activity for nearly four years suddenly blinking back to life with a $212 million transfer flagged under “legacy adjustments.” To most eyes at Vincent & Klein Bank, it would have passed as routine. But Tarun Vaidya wasn’t most people. A forensic accountant trained to read patterns, Tarun spent his days in the dim, soulless cube on the 17th floor of the Mumbai head office, cross-verifying compliance sheets…

  • English - Horror

    STATIC

    June 28, 2025 - By 

    One The city never truly slept, but it had moments—between the honks and the hum of late-night traffic—where the silence stretched long enough to pretend. It was during those hollow hours, somewhere between midnight and 3 a.m., that Arjun Malik sat in the rusting studio of 93.7 FM, alone but for the hum of old electronics and a faint smell of melted plastic. The station had been abandoned for years, but Kabir Mehta, his slick-talking former colleague turned nostalgia mogul, had offered him a one-man show: “Midnight Playback,” retro-themed, analog-recorded, broadcast from a tower that hadn’t seen a live feed…

  • English - Horror - Romance

    The Red Shawl

    June 27, 2025 - By 

    Amit Paul Chapter 1: The Snowlight Frame The sky above Spiti was a cruel, beautiful thing—too blue to trust. Arjun Rawat had been walking for hours, boots crunching softly over a thin crust of ice, camera slung across his chest like a talisman. He wasn’t just another tourist in search of selfies on mountain ridges; he was chasing something quieter, something lost. Delhi had drained him—clients who wanted glamour edits, weddings that looked like Bollywood trailers, and a personal life reduced to text message apologies. So when his friend mentioned a forgotten shepherd’s trail between Kaza and Chandratal that locals…

  • English - Horror

    The House at Black Hollow Bend

    June 27, 2025 - By 

    Rukmini Sen The road to Black Hollow Bend curled like a serpent around the pine-draped cliffs of Himachal, treacherous and often drowned in fog. Locals rarely took it after sundown, and those who did returned with silence stitched to their tongues. But Alok Menon wasn’t local. A freelance travel writer with a stubborn streak and a weakness for offbeat locations, he’d come across a footnote about a colonial bungalow long-abandoned, once owned by a British officer who had vanished without a trace in 1913. Intrigued, he packed his Canon DSLR, a few woollens, and a red Moleskine notebook before setting…

  • English - Horror

    THE MASK OF MADHUBANI

    June 27, 2025 - By 

    Kritika Anand One The sky over Madhubani was bleeding into burnt orange when Dr. Niyati Basu stepped off the rust-covered jeep and onto the damp earth of Bhawanipur village, a place so secluded it didn’t exist on most modern maps. Her shoes sank slightly into the cracked mud as she adjusted the strap of her leather satchel, heavy with notebooks, ink pens, and a brass compass inherited from her grandfather. The village was quiet, save for the rustling of sal leaves and the distant croak of frogs echoing across the paddy fields. A few elders, wrapped in timeworn dhotis and…

  • Hindi - Horror

    भूतहिया कुआँ

    June 26, 2025 - By 

    अनामिका चौधरी पटना यूनिवर्सिटी की लाइब्रेरी में उस दिन कुछ अजीब सा सन्नाटा था। रीतू ने अपनी डायरी में अंतिम लाइन लिखी—“लोककथाओं में सिर्फ डर नहीं होता, इतिहास भी छिपा होता है।” उसे अगले सप्ताह फील्ड वर्क के लिए सुभाषपुर जाना था—बिहार के बरौनी ज़िले का एक छोटा-सा गाँव, जहाँ आज़ादी से पहले के ज़मींदारों की हवेलियाँ अब खंडहर बन चुकी थीं। लेकिन उसका असली मकसद था—“भूतहिया कुआँ”। उस कुएँ की कथा सुनकर ही उसका रिसर्च टॉपिक तय हुआ था। कहा जाता था कि हर साल सावन की पहली अमावस्या की रात, उस सूखे कुएँ से एक औरत की कराह…

  • English - Horror

    The Fifth Room at Windmere Lodge

    June 26, 2025 - By 

    Sohini Das The car stopped in front of the rusted gates of Windmere Lodge with a hiss, steam rising faintly from the bonnet like breath on a cold mirror. Devika Rao stepped out, pulling her shawl tighter around her shoulders. Mussoorie in late October was crueler than she’d expected. The sun had vanished behind a sheet of dull grey clouds, and even the pine trees looked like shadows painted against a darkening canvas. She looked up at the lodge — a two-storied colonial building half-swallowed by ivy and memory. The windows were arched, curtained in velvet too heavy for the…