Ayushi Mehra
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Hello everyone, I want to express my heartfelt gratitude for taking the time to read my stories. Your opinions, thoughts, and suggestions are incredibly valuable to me, and I would be honored if you considered joining my community.
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The Secret of the Moon Locket
Lila had been left at the Starlight Orphanage when she was just two years old, clutching a delicate moon-shaped locket that gleamed like a beacon in the night. The locket was a mystery; it had no photograph inside, only a swirling pattern that seemed to shift when the light caught it. Raised by the kind but distant Matron Agnes, Lila spent her childhood wandering the sprawling, dilapidated grounds of the orphanage, dreaming of the family she had never known.
By Ayushi Mehraabout a year ago in Fiction
The Ghost in Room 13
I never believed the rumors about our high school. Every old building has its ghost stories, right? But those stories are just to scare freshmen, I thought—until I found myself in Room 13, staring into the eyes of something that wasn’t supposed to exist.
By Ayushi Mehraabout a year ago in Horror
The Last Livestream of Emma Reeves
Emma Reeves was a rising star in the world of social media. With her perfect makeup tutorials, glamorous fashion hauls, and carefully curated life, she had amassed over five million followers on Instagram and YouTube. Brands threw sponsorships at her, fans adored her, and her comment sections were always filled with praise about how beautiful she was.
By Ayushi Mehraabout a year ago in Fiction
The Vanishing of Hollow Ridge
It was supposed to be a fun weekend, a break from the monotony of exams and homework. Hollow Ridge, an isolated campground in the mountains, had been the destination for Woodcrest High’s senior trip for decades. It was tradition, and everyone was excited. For some, it was a chance to bond with friends, and for others, a final adventure before graduation. The teachers, worn down by the constant questions and gossip of restless teenagers, welcomed the change of scenery.
By Ayushi Mehraabout a year ago in Horror
The Depths of Stillwater Lake
In the small town of Gray Hollow, nestled deep in the shadow of a dense forest, there existed a lake that no one dared approach. Stillwater Lake, they called it, though the name belied its ominous reputation. To the locals, it was a place of dread—a place that swallowed the unwary and echoed with the whispers of the lost. They spoke of it in hushed tones, telling stories of the cursed water and the strange happenings that occurred around it. Few believed the stories fully, but fewer still were brave enough to test their veracity.
By Ayushi Mehraabout a year ago in Horror
The Girl Who Faded
Lena had always been the quiet one. Ever since she was little, people seemed to forget she was there, like she was part of the wallpaper, blending into the background. In kindergarten, her teacher would forget to call her name during roll call. In middle school, group projects happened without her, classmates rushing past her in the hallways as if she were invisible. Even her family—her own family—seemed to forget her sometimes. Birthday candles blown out in silence, presents left unopened, as if she was just a shadow in the corner.
By Ayushi Mehraabout a year ago in Fiction
Shadows in the Office
Teddy had always been independent. Growing up in a small town, she knew she wanted more than the quiet streets and predictable routines. So, when she got a job offer in a big city, she didn’t think twice. It was everything she had dreamed of—freedom, excitement, and a new chapter in her life. The job was at a media company that occupied the top two floors of an old skyscraper downtown, a historic building with towering ceilings and massive windows that overlooked the bustling streets below.
By Ayushi Mehraabout a year ago in Horror
The Quiet Corners of My Heart
I don’t know when it started, but I remember the first time I really noticed him. Raj. The most popular guy in school. His name echoed in the hallways, in classrooms, in the whispered conversations of almost every girl. He was tall, with unruly black hair that somehow always looked perfect, like it just fell into place. His smile—bright, effortless, always on the edge of a laugh—lit up a room, and his laugh, oh God, it was contagious.
By Ayushi Mehraabout a year ago in Confessions
Forgotten Seat
Megha had just transferred to Greenwood High, an old, prestigious school known for its academic excellence—and its odd traditions. Among them was one strange practice that caught her attention right away: the forgotten seat. There was a desk in every classroom, untouched and unoccupied, as though it had been left behind for someone who was no longer there.
By Ayushi Mehraabout a year ago in Horror
Don't Open the Door
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Everyone at Ridgeway High knew it. The rule wasn’t part of some hazing prank or silly tradition passed down by seniors; it was a warning carved deep into the school’s bones. No one spoke of why—they just followed the rule. Room 213 had been sealed off for years, down the narrow corridor on the second floor. Dust collected on the brass knob, and the door itself was as much a part of the school as the faded lockers and worn-out desks. You just… didn’t go near it.
By Ayushi Mehraabout a year ago in Fiction
RETURN
The narrow road into Grey Hollow was swallowed by thick fog, the towering trees looming over like silent watchers. Radha hadn’t returned to her hometown in over a decade. The sudden deaths of her parents had forced her back—an unexpected car crash, the authorities had said. Her parents had veered off the road, their car plummeting into the ravine outside of town. Accidents like that were rare in Grey Hollow, but there was something unsettling about the entire situation that Radha couldn’t shake.
By Ayushi Mehraabout a year ago in Horror
THE SILENT TRUTH
The town of Cedar Grove never saw anything like it. Emily Harrison was known as a loving mother, always walking around with her curly-haired toddler, Lily, clutched in her arms. But one rainy autumn morning, everything changed. Emily was found sitting in her kitchen, soaked in silence and blood. Little Lily was lying lifeless in the next room, her wide blue eyes open, unmoving. The police found Emily, covered in blood but uninjured, staring blankly at the wall. She hadn’t spoken a word since.
By Ayushi Mehraabout a year ago in Criminal
