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Interviews with authors, film directors and horror snobs of all kinds; conversations that will unsettle, and shed light on all things dark and mysterious.

The Eerie Incident in Sawali Hospital's Ward
The Eerie Incident in Sawali Hospital's Ward It was 2 AM. A deep silence hung over the third floor of Sawali Hospital, just outside the ICU. The only sounds in the ward were the rhythmic beep... beep... beep of the machines. Nurse Seema and ward boy Rohan were on duty. Seema was making her rounds, while Rohan was organizing medical records.
By Dipak Pawar10 months ago in Horror
Antique Curses
I’m a history buff who is captivated by the rumours of India's significant forts. I had always been enchanted by Vijaygarh Fort, which was located on a rocky hill in Maharashtra. It was defined by the inhabitants as shapit (cursed), haunted by the ghosts of Maratha warriors who had been deceived centuries before. Unfazed, I succeeded in secure permission to spend the night inside its weakening walls in the hopes of gaining proof of the supernatural. Even in its wreckage, Vijaygarh was an influential building. Vast stone walls, stagnated ramparts, and decoratively carved arrivals all referred to an excellent past. The fort grabbed on a scary heaven as dusk sloped. The dusk grew deeper, and the breeze looked to undertone in the uninhibited courts. After incoherently praying to area off evil spirits and illuminating an oil candle at the gate, my local guide, an elderly guy named Raman, hiked back down the hill, leaving me alone. I underway my research with your EMF meter, cameras, and audio recorders. I recognized the ancient and architectural structures as I inspected the monarch's lodgings, the armoury, and the darbar (royal court). I felt a cold sneak over me as I went deeper. The EMF meter flowed eagerly as the air converted weightier. An ancient temple honouring the kuldevi (family goddess) of the Maratha fraternity, who previously skillful Vijaygarh, was found in the centre of the fort. Despite its attire and slit, the goddess' ideal radiated strength. As I took images of the temple, I heard a weak but definite sound: the shrieks of warriors involved in battle and the clashing of swords. I scrubbed it off as my imagination and continued on. Though, the sounds continued, getting more and more powerful. I was underway to catch brief highlights of warriors outfitted in outdated Maratha attire, their structures warped in anguish and rage. It was as if they were renovating a war from ages ago. Tale has it that Vijaygarh Fort was deceived from within. The Maratha protectors were murdered after the entries were unlocked by a trusted commander who had been accepted off by the Mughal army. It was supposed that the ghosts of these fighters, whose loyalty had been deceived, were trapped inside the fort endlessly, seeking revenge. The supernatural action grew more powerful as the dark grew darker. The noises of the sound of the combat became tempting, and I could see the soldiers everywhere. Spots of cold arose in the air, and shade glimmered. My apparatus broke down; the auditory recorders only recorded static, and the cameras stopped operating. I exposed a prison, a damp, dim place where prisoners used to be kept. I exposed the skeletal remains of what looked to be a human inside, along with shackles and chains. I was perusing the leftovers when a Maratha warrior looked before me, his eyes intense with rage. A frigid hand engrossed my arm as he elevated his spirit weapon. I attempted to escape in fright, but the prison door was locked. The furious ghost trapped me. Through a voice full of anger and ferocity, he undertook to direct the account of the betrayal. He defined the killing, the curse, and the humiliation that had occurred at Vijaygarh Fort. He revealed that the conspirator general's soul was trapped inside the fort as well, tortured by his disloyalty for all eternity. Evil forces were now struggling to re-enter the fort through the gateway provided by the confined spirit. To stop the gateway from opening once more, the Maratha warrior required my support. He gave me the task to locate the hidden room where the trapped spirit exists and narrate holy chants to seal it off forever. He exposed that I’m leaping from a brave Maratha warrior who was extremely devoted to his homeland, which is why this work has been allocated to me. Following the warrior's guidelines, I exposed a secret passageway behind a collapsing wall. It led to a hidden room where the spirit of the conspirator was chained. Evil was universal in the air. By means of my inner strength and chanting the sacred mantras that the Maratha warrior had given me, I was able to shut the hollow and forever imprison the conspirator's spirit. The Maratha warrior and his mates thanked me and started to vanish into the darkness, their fury swapped by a feeling of fairness and calm as the terrific portal was now closed. The fort was silent, the screams of war muted. Raman reappeared with an anxious appearance on his face as morning broke. He exposed me standing in the main courtyard, terrified but unhurt. Raman listened in amazed horror as I defined my traumatic incident. I left Vijaygarh Fort with a profound sense of reduction and accomplishment. I had helped bring accord back to a place that had been cursed and faced the fury of deceived spirits. Though I was conscious that the fort would always have its secrets, maybe now Vijaygarh's whispers would be a bit less sad and resentful. My knowledge was an influential announcement of the mass of the past, the influences of deceit, and the lasting strength of fairness and devotion. The adjacent communities swiftly caught on to my courage, representing that the land's bequest will always be recalled.
By Joysi10 months ago in Horror
The Witch: A Blood-Soaked Ritual of Human Sacrifice
The Witch: A Blood-Soaked Ritual of Human Sacrifice The night was dark. The deserted path through the forest lay eerily silent under the pale moonlight. A faint shadow flickered, sending shivers down the spine of anyone who dared to watch. The villagers avoided this path after nightfall, for it held a terrifying legend… "The Witch and Her Ritual of Human Sacrifice!"
By Dipak Pawar10 months ago in Horror
Manikarnika: The Unknown Mark on the Seashore
Manikarnika: The Unknown Mark on the Seashore Manikarnika stood alone on the seashore. The roar of the ocean waves, the cool scent of the wind, and the pink hues in the sky brought new thoughts to her mind. She stood still, lost in the beauty of the scene, but a strange sense of unease was slowly creeping into her heart. It was dusk, and something deep, something mysterious was unfolding along the shoreline.
By Dipak Pawar10 months ago in Horror
The Sinister Sacrifice: A Blood-Soaked Tale
The Sinister Sacrifice: A Blood-Soaked Tale A thick fog cloaked the dense forests of Ratnagad that night. The moon hid behind heavy clouds, as if unwilling to witness the horrors that lurked below. The towering trees cast monstrous shadows, whispering eerily with every gust of wind. The villagers had forbidden anyone from entering that cursed land—because ‘he’ lived there. A nameless entity, one that had been demanding blood sacrifices for centuries.
By Dipak Pawar10 months ago in Horror
"Whispers in the Dark"
Maya had always been a skeptic. She didn’t believe in ghosts, spirits, or anything supernatural. So, when she inherited her late aunt’s old, creaky house on the outskirts of the city, she saw it as a perfect opportunity to escape the hustle and bustle of her daily life. The house, though large and imposing, seemed like the perfect place to unwind and reflect. But there was something about it that unsettled her—a feeling she couldn’t shake.
By SHAKIB10 months ago in Horror
The Scream of the Dark A crumbling
empty house stood in the middle of a barren, unexplored forest, next to a dormant village. It had shattered windows, the door creaked in the wind on rusty hinges, and crawling ivy covered the walls. The villagers spoke horribly of the house, which remained empty for centuries. Despite the fact that no one entered, they warned him that the place was haunted. Some claimed to have witnessed something moving through the shattered windows and heard a noise at night. No one approached it—until the night in question.
By Evelyn Ava10 months ago in Horror
A Terrifying Curfew Night: Jinn Encounter & Black Magic in Dreams
This incident is a very recent one, it happened in July of this year. So, let's begin the story. The incident happened to him.
By Lily10 months ago in Horror
The scary night of the bus park
On a chilly Friday night, Lena, a young woman, waits for her last bus home from work. The bus park is quiet and lifeless, with lone buses stumbling around. Lena feels uneasy, as she wonders if the lack of people or exhaustion is the cause.
By Al Mahmud Hasan10 months ago in Horror
Revenge of a dead man's spirit
The Whisper of Vengeance In the small town of Hollow Creek, an old, crumbling mansion stands at the edge of the woods, haunted by the vengeful spirit of Samuel Gray. Samuel disappeared years ago under mysterious circumstances, and the mansion had been left to decay. A few weeks before the mansion was abandoned, Samuel had been betrayed by his closest friend, Thomas Reed. The next day, Samuel was found dead, his body hanging from a tree near the mansion. The authorities ruled it as suicide, but the townspeople whispered that it was murder, and Thomas had gone on to live a life of luxury while the town slowly forgot about the tragic death.
By Al Mahmud Hasan10 months ago in Horror
Horror Pizza House
A Horror Pizza House On a cold, foggy evening, Sam, a tired traveler, stumbles upon a peculiar, dimly lit pizza shop called "Pippo's Pizza House." The sign outside reads "Pippo's Pizza House," but the signs are chipped and the neon lights flicker intermittently. Sam hesitates for a moment, looking around the desolate street with no other cars or signs of life.
By Al Mahmud Hasan10 months ago in Horror
Real-Life Jinn Encounters
The first incident was sent to us by Nafiz Hasan Khokon. His home is in the village of Khalisakundi, Daulatpur Thana, Kushtia District. The next incident was sent to us by someone whose several stories we have already broadcast. Her name is Sumaiya Jahan Sumi, and her home is in Krishnakathi village, Bakerganj Thana, Barisal District. So, the first incident is from Khokon, and he took his HSC (Higher Secondary Certificate) exam in 2024. Let's get to the main story. The incident happened to one of his aunts. His maternal grandfathers are three brothers, and all three are currently alive. The incident happened to the youngest daughter of his middle maternal grandfather, meaning one of his aunts. The time frame of the incident is the late 1990s, sometime after 1998. In 1998, vast areas of the country were affected by a devastating flood. Their area was not outside of the areas that were flooded. The surrounding areas, specifically the market in their area, which is the Khalisakundi market, had an iron bridge. People from the surrounding areas used that iron bridge to travel. That bridge was also affected by the flood and was submerged. With the bridge being submerged, you can imagine how much water there was. Khokon wasn't even born yet at that time. His birth year is later. The incident happened sometime between 1998 and 2000. He heard the story from his mother. His aunt's name is Tanjila. At the time of the incident, Tanjila Aunt was 17 years old. Tanjila Aunt has an older sister, but we are not mentioning her name for obvious reasons.
By Lily10 months ago in Horror