• Bangla - ভূতের গল্প

    অচেনা বাঁশির সুর

    September 18, 2025 - By 

    অরিন্দম মুখোপাধ্যায় পর্ব ১: সুরের প্রথম রাত দুর্গাপুরের সেই কারখানাটা শহরের বাইরে, গঙ্গার ধারে, ঝোপঝাড়ে ঢেকে গেছে আজ। ইট-সিমেন্ট ভাঙা, জানালার কাচগুলো শূন্য চাহনির মতো তাকিয়ে থাকে। রাতের বেলা লোকজন ওদিক মাড়ায় না—কেউ বলে শিয়াল-কুকুর আছে, কেউ বলে ভুত আছে। সেই রাতে অরূপ, শহরের এক সাংবাদিক, হঠাৎ শুনতে পেল খবর— “দাদা, কারখানার ভেতরে আবার বাঁশির আওয়াজ শোনা যাচ্ছে।” একজন চা-ওয়ালা বলছিল। গলাটা ফিসফিসে, চোখে ভয়। অরূপ সঙ্গে সঙ্গে খুঁটিয়ে জানতে চাইল। চা-ওয়ালা কাঁপা গলায় বলল, “আগের বার শুনেছিল যে, সে নাকি তিন দিনের মধ্যে নিখোঁজ হয়ে গেছে। এ বার আবার বাজছে, কাল রাত থেকেই।” অরূপের ভেতর সাংবাদিকের কৌতূহল জেগে উঠল।…

  • 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 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

    Whispers in Bhangarh

    August 31, 2025 - By 

    Rudra Pratap Sharma 1 The dusty roads leading into Alwar shimmered beneath the late afternoon sun as Devendra “Dev” Singh leaned forward against the rattling seat of the hired jeep, his eyes fixed on the rugged Aravalli Hills in the distance. The heat pressed down, unforgiving, but for Dev, the oppressive weather was just another detail in the landscape of Rajasthan—a backdrop to history’s forgotten voices. A backpack filled with notebooks, excavation tools, and his trusty camera rested by his side, each item carefully chosen for the task ahead. He had come not as a tourist, but as a seeker…

  • English - Horror

    The Midnight Game

    August 28, 2025 - By 

    Episode 1 – The Dare The night it began was not chosen for any omen or occasion; it was picked out of boredom. That was the most dangerous part. If the six of them had gathered in the old house because of belief, because of faith in the stories they had read online, perhaps there would have been a kind of reverence in their actions, a hesitation that might have saved them. But boredom—boredom never allows reverence. It breeds mockery, and mockery is exactly what the thing they called into that house was waiting for. The house itself was a…

  • English - Horror

    The Hollow Village

    August 27, 2025 - By 

    Aarav Sen Episode 1: The Wrong Turn The air thinned as the trail rose, a slow, needling cold that found the seams in jackets and the cracks in bravado. Rhea Banerjee kept her camera slung against her ribs like a warm heart she could press to; every few minutes she paused to frame a ridge, a smear of cloud, the ant-line of pilgrims far below. Aditya Malhotra walked ahead with his hands in his pockets and that steady, skeptical pace that made him look like he was measuring the mountain and finding it slightly overrated. Tara and Naman, their friends…

  • English - Horror

    The Last Call from Jatinga

    August 26, 2025 - By 

    Mridul Sharma Chapter 1: Arrival in Jatinga unfolds with an air of subtle unease, as Ranjit Barua makes his way into the mist-laden village nestled deep within the hills of Assam. From the moment he arrives, he senses the unusual stillness that hangs over the place, a quiet that seems almost unnatural. The village is small, with narrow winding lanes that vanish into dense forests, where thick fog curls around ancient trees like spectral fingers. Ranjit is there to report on the recent installation of 5G towers, a technological intrusion into a landscape steeped in mystery and superstition. Yet, as…

  • English - Horror

    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…