• 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…

  • Assamese

    অন্ধকাৰী বন

    September 12, 2025 - By 

    অরিন্দম কলিতা ৰাতিৰ নিস্তব্ধতা বৰপেটাৰ সেউজীয়া বনৰ মাজত একেবাৰে ভিন্ন ধৰণৰ। গছবোৰৰ ডালত ৰাতিপুৱাৰ শিশিৰ থুপুৰি আছে, কেঁচা মাটিৰ গন্ধে নাক ভৰাই দিছে। কিন্তু সেই সৌন্দৰ্যৰ মাজত অচিন শীতলতা ঘূৰি ফুৰিছে। বনৰ মাজত এপাহ গাঁৱৰ মানুহে কেতিয়াবা সেই বনক “অন্ধকাৰী বন” বুলি ডাকে। কথাটি উভতি আহিছে বহুদিনৰ পূৰ্বৰ পৰা—যেতিয়া নায়েকী নন্দিনী নামৰ এজনী যুবতী ইয়াত হারাই গৈছিল। পুৰণি মানুহে ক’ব যে নন্দিনীৰ চকুৰ শূন্য দৃষ্টিৰে এতিয়াও গছৰ ফাঁকেদি তাকিবলৈ পোৱা যায়। মানুহে দিনত ইয়াক পাৰ হ’লও, ৰাতিপুৱা কোনো সাহসেৰে বনক প্ৰৱেশ নকৰে। সেই ৰাতি, ডিঙি নদীৰ পৰা উজনি গাঁওলৈ যোৱা পথত ৰবি নামৰ এজন যুবক বাইকত উঠি আহিছিল। নতুন চাকৰিৰ…

  • 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 House That Spoke

    September 3, 2025 - By 

    Eleanor Gray Part 1 – The Arrival The rain had begun long before Anna reached the edge of the village. It was not the sudden monsoon torrent of her childhood stories, but a relentless English drizzle that sank deep into her coat, her shoes, even her bones. She tightened her grip on the worn leather suitcase, her grandmother’s initials still faintly etched on its brass clasp, and tried to steady her breath as the taxi pulled away, leaving her alone on the narrow country lane. Before her, shrouded in mist, rose the house. It was not a mansion—though once, perhaps,…

  • 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…

  • Bangla - ভূতের গল্প

    কাশীপুরের ভিটে

    August 26, 2025 - By 

    অভিজিৎ রায় পর্ব ১ কালো মেঘে ঢাকা সন্ধেটা যেন গ্রামের বুক থেকে আলোটুকু শুষে নিয়েছিল। নদীর ধারে পেঁচানো পথ দিয়ে হাঁটছিল অর্ণব। কলকাতা থেকে সে এসেছিল কিছু কাজের সূত্রে, কিন্তু এই গ্রামে এসে তার মনে হচ্ছিল, শহরের ব্যস্ততা থেকে মুক্তি পাওয়া মানে এই নয় যে মন শান্ত হয়ে যাবে। বরং প্রকৃতির অন্ধকারের ভেতরেই এক অদ্ভুত নিঃসঙ্গতা ঘিরে ফেলছিল তাকে। গ্রামটার নাম কাশীপুর, লোকসংখ্যা অল্প, আর চারদিকে ঘন জঙ্গল। তার থাকার ব্যবস্থা হয়েছিল এক পুরোনো বাড়িতে—লোকেরা যাকে বলে মজুমদারদের পরিত্যক্ত ভিটে। লোকজন তাকে আগেই সাবধান করেছিল, রাত হলে যেন একা বাইরে না বেরোয়। অর্ণব ভেবেছিল, এগুলো নিছক গ্রামীণ গুজব, যেখানে ভূতের…

  • English - Suspense

    The Silent Neighbor

    August 26, 2025 - By 

    Arjun Mehra I carried my boxes up the third-floor because the lift wheezed and stalled and there was nobody to complain to at nine at night. The landing bulb blinked, giving the corridor a feeling of breathing, and my new door, 3B, looked like a mouth that had forgotten how to smile. I wanted anonymity: an unremarkable building, a small deposit, closed doors until my thoughts stopped arguing with the past. The lock turned cleanly. The rooms smelled of old paint and last year’s rain, dull enough to feel like starting over. Across the landing stood 3A. Curtains drawn, a…

  • English - Horror

    The Forgotten Carnival

    August 25, 2025 - By 

    Evelyn Hart Part 1 – The Road Into the Woods The forest road narrowed like a throat as they drove deeper into it, the canopy closing overhead until sunlight became a dim green wash, a trickle of light spilling between branches that seemed too eager to entwine. The rental car rattled over roots breaking through the old asphalt, and every so often the trees opened to reveal brief glimpses of moss-slick boulders or dry creekbeds that wound like scars across the earth. In the backseat, Priya leaned forward between the front seats, her voice sharp with that mix of excitement…