• English - Horror

    The Woman Beneath the Banyan

    July 10, 2025 - By 

    Anvita Kale The wind changed somewhere near Sangamner. It was supposed to be a simple road trip — two nights at an eco-resort near Trimbak, a break from city noise, and an attempt to make memories. But the wind that crossed the ghats that morning smelled like dust, wet leaves, and something else Meera couldn’t name. She rolled down her window as their black Mahindra XUV curved along the old Nashik–Pune highway, her sari end fluttering like a tired flag. The car was filled with laughter and the crackle of a Bluetooth speaker, but Meera was silent. “What’s wrong?” Vikrant…

  • 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 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 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…

  • Bangla - ভূতের গল্প

    নিশির ডাক

    June 10, 2025 - By 

    ঋধিমান বসু মাঝরাতে সেই ডাকটা আবার এল। “সু-র-জ…” নরম, স্নিগ্ধ অথচ ভয়ানকভাবে গভীর সেই আওয়াজ যেন কানে নয়, সোজা মগজে ঢুকে পড়ে। গায়ের রোম খাড়া করে দেয় এমন এক সুরে, যেন হাজার বছর আগের কোনো প্রতিজ্ঞার স্মৃতিচিহ্ন বাজছে। তিন মাস হলো সূরজ সাঁতরাগাছির এই পুরোনো ভাড়াবাড়িতে উঠেছে। চাকরির কারণে কলকাতা থেকে দূরে, একটু নিরিবিলি জায়গা খুঁজছিল। বাড়িটা পছন্দ হয়েছিল শুধু একটাই কারণে—ভাড়া খুব কম। আর যেটা কম, সেটা সবসময় সন্দেহজনক হয়। সূরজ একজন সফটওয়্যার ইঞ্জিনিয়ার, কিন্তু তার মনে আজীবন একটা ফাঁকা জায়গা ছিল। সম্পর্কের ক্ষেত্রে বারবার ব্যর্থতা, মনের মতো কাউকে না পাওয়া, একাকীত্ব তাকে নীরব করে তুলেছিল। সে ভাবত, “যদি…