• English - Horror

    The Tea Estate’s Secret

    September 21, 2025 - By 

    Srirupa Deka The story begins in the sprawling tea gardens of Assam, where the rolling hills are carpeted in green, and the morning sun often struggles to pierce through a shroud of heavy mist. For the laborers who spend their days plucking delicate tea leaves, the mist is more than just a veil of nature—it is the cloak of a tale whispered across generations. They speak of the “White Lady,” a spectral figure said to wander the gardens after dusk, her presence heralded by a voice so hauntingly sweet that even the strongest men cannot resist its pull. By day,…

  • English - Suspense

    The Last Lantern of Buxa

    September 16, 2025 - By 

    Rishabh Sen Gupta Episode 1: The Vanished Trekkers The forest had been restless that week, or so the villagers of Rajabhatkhawa said, though none of them would put it into words when Kavya Dutta asked, notebook in hand, recorder tucked away in her bag. They shook their heads, muttered something about elephants straying too close, or fog that refused to lift, or roads washed out by sudden rains, but no one mentioned the three trekkers who had vanished two weeks ago on their way to Buxa Fort. The police had filed their usual report, search parties had trampled through the…

  • English - Young Adult

    The Firefly Pact

    August 8, 2025 - By 

    Isla Verma Mira Patel wasn’t expecting to find anything interesting in a house that smelled like mothballs and mildew. Her grandfather’s old bungalow in Elmsworth was the kind of place that felt stuck between timelines—one foot in 1973, the other refusing to acknowledge anything after dial-up internet. Still, here she was, sleeves rolled up, armed with cardboard boxes, and guilt-tripped by her father into helping him “sort things out.” “Start with the attic,” he’d said, handing her a flashlight like they were preparing for a cave dive instead of old furniture and dead spiders. The attic door groaned like something…

  • Crime - English

    The Dancer’s Last Bow

    August 7, 2025 - By 

    Devika Ashwin 1 The sky above Varanasi was a dusky canvas streaked with saffron and indigo as the Ganga Mahotsav reached its crescendo. On the ghats, thousands had gathered—devotees, tourists, connoisseurs of music, all drawn by the promise of an unforgettable evening. Meera stood behind the thick curtain of the open-air stage, adjusting the pleats of her crimson costume. The scent of jasmine mingled with sandalwood as the sounds of a shehnai drifted from the main ghat. Tonight was supposed to be historic: Guru Radhika Sinha’s final public performance, a symbolic passing of the torch to Meera, her most devoted…

  • English - Suspense

    The Last Breath of Kalimpong

    August 6, 2025 - By 

    Aaryan Kaul Arrival in Mist The taxi wheezed up the winding hills like an asthmatic animal. Rain lashed against the glass. Ayesha Dhar sat in the backseat, her suitcase pressing against her knees, and stared out at the town rising through the fog. Kalimpong looked like it had never heard of sunlight. The trees bled mist. The road disappeared behind every bend. And everything smelled faintly of moss, burnt rubber, and regret. She hadn’t spoken much since leaving Siliguri. The driver didn’t press. He was like most people in the hills — weather-beaten, wary, and not particularly fond of questions.…

  • Bangla - রহস্য গল্প

    অলিখিত

    August 1, 2025 - By 

    সায়ন্তনী দে চিঠির তারিখ ছোট ছোট অক্ষরে লেখা, হাতের লেখা যেন পুরনো স্কুলের বাংলা খাতা থেকে উঠে এসেছে—নির্ভুল, অথচ কেমন যেন কাঁপা কাঁপা। অনুরাধা চিঠিটা পড়ছিলো তৃতীয়বার, চশমার কাঁচে হালকা ঘাম জমে উঠেছে। “তারিখ— ১২ই জুন, ২০২৫। স্থান— দক্ষিণ কলকাতা, যাদবপুরের গলির মাথায়। সময়— রাত ১:১৫। একটি সাদা স্কুটিতে চড়ে যে যুবক ফিরছে, সে জানে না, আজই তার শেষ রাত। ঠিক তার বাড়ির পাঁচ নম্বর ল্যাম্পপোস্টের কাছে তাকে ছুরি মারা হবে।” ডা. অনুরাধা ঘোষ চিঠিটা নামিয়ে রাখলেন। ইরা সেন তখন তাঁর চেম্বারের কাঠের চেয়ারে বসে আছে, কাঁধ পর্যন্ত খোলা সাদা কুর্তির গায়ে আলো পড়ে ঝিকিয়ে উঠছে। মেয়েটির মুখে ভয় নেই,…

  • English - Horror

    The Stone That Remembers

    July 4, 2025 - By 

    Ananya Dhar It was not on any map, and yet Netarhat had a railway station — a rusted signboard leaning sideways, with “NETARHAT” painted in half-faded red on flaking wood. Arohi Sen stepped off the narrow-gauge train with a dull ache in her temples, the kind that came from climbing too high, too fast. The cold air smelled of damp moss, like an old library buried in a forest. A single porter looked at her curiously, then turned away without offering help. She was used to that look — a mix of surprise and dismissal — as if a woman…

  • 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…

  • Bangla - তন্ত্র

    তান্ত্রিকের চিহ্ন

    June 27, 2025 - By 

    সুশ্রী ব্যানার্জী প্রথম পর্ব: চণ্ডীপাঠের রাতে রাত তখন ঠিক পৌনে বারোটা। বীরভূমের কান্দিরবাঁধ গ্রামে সেই রাতে চাঁদের আলো নেই। আকাশে কেবল মেঘ আর মাঝে মাঝে বিদ্যুতের চমক। গ্রামের শেষ মাথার জঙ্গলঘেরা পুরনো ঠাকুরদালানের সামনে দাঁড়িয়ে আছে ঋজু—কলকাতা থেকে আসা নৃতত্ত্ব বিভাগের গবেষক। তার গবেষণার বিষয়: “বাংলার অন্তর্হিত তান্ত্রিক সম্প্রদায় ও তাদের আধুনিক ছায়া।” গ্রামে ঢোকার পর থেকেই একটা অদ্ভুত গন্ধ টের পাচ্ছে সে। ধূপ আর পোড়া মাটির মিশ্র গন্ধ। বাড়ির বৃদ্ধ জমিদারপুত্র হরিপদবাবু বলেছিলেন, “পৌষ মাসে, চণ্ডীপাঠের রাতে কেউ ওই পুরনো ঠাকুরদালানের পাশে ঘেঁষে না। শুনেছি, এক সময় ওখানে এক তান্ত্রিকের তপস্যা হত। তাকে সবাই ডাকত ‘রক্তনাথ।’ কে জানে, সে…