• English - Suspense

    A Silent Apartment in Andheri

    Pranoy Kr. Shah 1 The rain had been falling since dawn, washing the dust off the skeletal towers of Andheri West as Vedant and Nayantara Chitnis entered their new home on the sixteenth floor. The apartment, 1604, was tastefully modern—a minimalistic shell waiting to be warmed by the presence of a newly married couple. The realtor had called it a “luxury compact,” but Naya thought it felt like a box floating in fog. White walls, dark wood paneling, and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the blurred skyline of Mumbai gave it the illusion of space, though a strange emptiness clung to…

  • English - Suspense

    The Guest Room

    Niyati Sharma The Perfect Escape The road to Rose Hollow curved like a question mark through the misty ridges of the Lake District. Fog clung to the narrow lanes like a hush that had forgotten how to lift. Alice kept her eyes on the pine-shaded drive as Tom navigated their little rented hatchback past an iron gate that creaked open without assistance. The gravel crunched beneath their tyres as the house came into view. “That’s… beautiful,” Alice said, finally breaking the silence. The cottage was postcard-perfect—stone walls laced with ivy, a red-tiled roof sloping under decades of moss, and two…

  • English - Suspense

    The Bell of the Forgotten Deity

    Rohini Deshmukh Part 1: The Call of the Unknown Sreeja Rao had covered countless stories—murder mysteries, unsolved disappearances, and even a haunted mansion once. But nothing had prepared her for the assignment that came her way on a rainy afternoon in the newsroom. The editor, a man who rarely trusted her instincts, handed her the assignment with a grin she didn’t trust. “Another one of your superstitions,” he said, flipping through a file. “Some temple in the south. Bells ringing by themselves. People disappearing. Thought you might like the challenge.” “Sounds like a joke,” she replied, arching an eyebrow. But…

  • English - Suspense

    The Secret of Kumbhalgarh

    Vikram Rathore Part 1: The Inheritance The sun was beginning to set behind the rugged peaks of the Aravalli Range, casting long shadows over the winding roads that led to Kumbhalgarh Fort. Anirudh Deshmukh, a young archaeologist from Delhi, gazed out the window of his car as it meandered through the narrow, serpentine paths that led him to the fort. He had heard much about the place—the towering walls, the haunting beauty of the fort, and the endless stories of its troubled past. But he never imagined that it would be his own inheritance that would bring him here. It…

  • English - Horror

    The Curse of Rishikesh

    Kavya Patel Chapter 1: The Legend of the Goddess Rishikesh, a serene town nestled between the towering Himalayas and the sacred Ganges River, had always been a place of peace and spiritual tranquility. Pilgrims from all over the world arrived here seeking solace, meditating by the banks of the river, and performing rituals in the ancient temples scattered around the town. But hidden deep in the forested hills beyond the town was a secret that few dared to speak of—an ancient temple, home to a vengeful goddess, whose wrath was said to curse anyone who trespassed on her sacred grounds.…

  • English - Horror

    Chilling in Cherrapunji

    Pritha Mukherjee One Ani Roy stepped off the weather-stained bus and into the wet embrace of Cherrapunji’s legendary monsoon, the rain falling in silvery sheets that blurred the world into watercolor. His boots sank into the mud as he adjusted his camera bag, glancing back at Neel, who was wrestling with their gear under a dripping umbrella that had already given up its fight against the elements. Before them stood the lodge—a crumbling colonial relic with moss-eaten walls and narrow verandas that seemed to shiver under the weight of relentless rain. The carved wooden sign swung gently, its letters half-faded…

  • Hindi - रहस्य कहानियाँ

    काली चट्टान का रहस्य

    शिवांगी तिवारी 1 मुंबई से लगभग 40 किलोमीटर दूर, समंदर के किनारे एक छोटा-सा गांव है—रॉकविले। यह गांव शहर की चकाचौंध से दूर है, लेकिन वहां की सबसे खास और डरावनी चीज़ है—’काली चट्टान’। हर शाम समंदर के बीचोंबीच उस काली चट्टान पर एक अजीब-सा नीला उजाला दिखाई देता है। कोई नहीं जानता वो रोशनी आती कहाँ से है। इसी गांव में पत्रकार आरव मेहरा आया था, एक स्टोरी की तलाश में। वो क्राइम रिपोर्टर था लेकिन इस बार उसने खुद चुना था रॉकविले आना। उसे किसी ने एक अनाम ईमेल भेजा था— “If you want the story of your…

  • Bangla - ভূতের গল্প

    চৌরঙ্গীর ছায়া

    ইমন দে পর্ব ১ শিলিগুড়ির দক্ষিণ চৌরঙ্গী এলাকায় একটা পুরনো দোতলা বাড়ি। লাল ইটের সেই বাড়িটা বেশিরভাগ সময়ই নির্জন। দিনের বেলায় স্থানীয়রা পাশ কাটিয়ে যায়, রাত হলে কেউই পথ মাড়ায় না। লোকজন বলে, বাড়িটার পাশের গলিতে মাঝরাতে কার যেন হেঁটে যাওয়ার শব্দ শোনা যায়, আবার জানালার ফাঁক দিয়ে দেখা যায় এক মেয়ের মুখ—মাথায় লাল ঘুঙুরের টিপ, চোখে নিঃশব্দ আর্তি। এই এলাকাতেই নবাগত পরিবার দত্তরা নতুন ভাড়া নিয়েছে। রণদীপ দত্ত, তার স্ত্রী পৌলমী এবং একমাত্র মেয়ে রিয়া। পৌলমীর স্কুলে চাকরি হয়েছে, আর রণদীপ ব্যাঙ্কে। বাড়িভাড়া কম, চারপাশে গাছপালা, তাদের বেশ ভালোই লেগেছিল। প্রতিবেশীরা প্রথমে একটু অবাক হলেও পরে আর কিছু বলেনি।…

  • English - Horror

    The Honeymoon Lodge

    Arif Khan Arrival at the Lodge The winding road snaked through the mist-cloaked forests of Simla, flanked by towering deodar trees whose branches interlocked like conspirators. The hired taxi, an old white Ambassador with rusted edges and a rattling engine, coughed its way up the slope. Rhea looked out of the foggy window, her breath forming tiny clouds on the cold glass. Her fingers tightened around Aarav’s hand. “This feels like a scene from an old horror movie,” she murmured with a nervous chuckle. Aarav grinned. “Romantic horror, maybe. Like Honeymoon in Hell.” “Not funny,” Rhea said, swatting his arm.…

  • English - Horror

    The Sound Beneath

    Nikhil Sharma Chapter 1: The Will The road to Pinehar was unforgiving — serpentine turns through mist-covered hills, pockmarked with stones that had tumbled down long-forgotten landslides. The air thinned as the taxi climbed higher, and the pine trees grew taller, standing like silent watchers over the hillside. Riya Sharma leaned against the window, earbuds in, music off, listening only to the rumble of the tires and the occasional hiss of brakes struggling against gravity. She hadn’t been here in twenty years. Not since that summer when her mother had brought her here to meet Uncle Mahesh — a wiry…