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The Mysterious Woman Beneath the Peepal Tree
The Mysterious Woman Beneath the Peepal Tree The night was dark, and the clock had struck eleven. The sky was covered in thick clouds, and the entire village was wrapped in an eerie silence. The gentle breeze made the leaves of the ancient peepal tree rustle softly. Beneath this very tree, at the edge of the village, stood a woman—motionless, dressed in a flowing white garment, her long, unkempt hair swaying in the wind. Her presence was unsettling, as if she belonged to another world.
By Dipak Pawar10 months ago in Horror
The Secret of the Destructive Mansion’s Basement
The Secret of the Destructive Mansion’s Basement The darkness of the night grew thicker. Heavy clouds smothered the sky, swallowing every trace of moonlight. On the outskirts of the village stood the Destructive Mansion, looming like a monstrous entity dissolving into the abyss. Stories whispered through the village—anyone who stepped inside never returned.
By Dipak Pawar10 months ago in Horror
The Silent Lurker
The chill of the autumn air swept through the town of Hollow Creek, a quaint place steeped in history and shadows. As the last golden leaves fell from the aged oak trees, whispers of untold stories seemed to echo through the graveyard, where remnants of the past were buried beneath the earth. Among the old tombstones stood a solitary, affecting figure—a girl named Clara Hartley, an artist with an unquenchable thirst for life, yet always an outsider looking in.
By MOHAMMED NAZIM HOSSAIN11 months ago in Horror
The Cursed Pond of Shibnagar | The Matua Spirit’s Revenge
The first incident I'm going to tell you about is from the Sylhet region. To be precise, it's not from Sylhet city or Sylhet district, but from Shibnagar village in Gobindaganj Upazila of Sunamganj, a neighboring district of Sylhet. The time of the incident would be around the 1960s, approximately. To be exact, it was before the Liberation War. Considering the various surrounding circumstances, it can be assumed that it was sometime in the 1960s. In this Shibnagar village, there lived a man named Ajkir Ali. He was quite a short-tempered person. He worked in agriculture, and also, in the canals and wetlands around there, he fished. The vast area of Sylhet, including the surrounding districts, has the Surma River flowing through it. Various branches of the Surma River have entered different places. Sunamganj is a haor-dominated area. Besides, in Habiganj too, various branches of the Surma River can be seen. So, in this region, many people fish and do agricultural work. They fish during the rainy season, and when the rainy season ends and the water recedes, they do agricultural work. That's how they live, and they were living that way too. Their house, I mean Ajkir Ali's house, was very big, and there were two ponds in front and behind the house. Actually, fish wouldn't thrive in the pond behind the house, even if you released them. But in the front pond, fish would thrive if you released them, and fish were always available there. And the pond behind the house, the one where fish usually didn't thrive, it wasn't like the water was polluted or anything. The water was as good as any other eight or ten ponds. People used that pond too, they swam in it, and used it for other purposes. There was no problem with that. The only problem was that fish wouldn't thrive in that pond, or if you released fish, they wouldn't be found.
By Lily11 months ago in Horror
The Cursed Road of Kuldhara Village
It was a sweltering afternoon in the Thar Desert, with the sun casting a blinding glow over the endless stretch of golden sand. I had been traveling for hours, my car bouncing along the uneven dirt road, when I first heard about Kuldhara—a long-forgotten village, abandoned centuries ago, that was rumored to be cursed. It was a place I had always wanted to visit, intrigued by the stories of strange sounds in the night and eerie apparitions seen by those brave enough to venture close. The locals, though, warned me to stay away, their faces pale with fear whenever the village was mentioned.
By Joysi11 months ago in Horror
The Last Breath of Winter
The first chapter: dug into hers. “Then listen closely, for my time is short.” On a frozen lake, his voice was like ice breaking apart. He told her of his love for Evelyn, the woman he had planned to marry. But their love had been forbidden by Evelyn’s cruel father, Lord Whitmore, who feared Aidan’s humble status would ruin their family name. Whitmore had locked Evelyn up on the night of their elopement and lured Aidan into the storm with a letter she had written. Aidan had wandered into the blizzard, betrayed and heartbroken, his breath taken away by the harsh winter. The third chapter is Love and Horror. The thought sent a chill down Asha's spine. “But… if you’re here, does that mean Evelyn is still alive?”
By Afia Sikder11 months ago in Horror
A Love Letter Written in Tears of Blood
A Love Letter Written in Tears of Blood It was a dark and silent night. An old, abandoned mansion stood alone under the pale moonlight. The tall iron gate cast long shadows on the ground as a cold wind rustled through the trees. A single flickering lantern inside barely illuminated the crumbling walls, its glow trembling as if afraid of the darkness around it.
By Dipak Pawar11 months ago in Horror
The Wailing Cemetery
The Wailing Cemetery At the outskirts of the village lay an old cemetery. During the day, it seemed ordinary, but as the sun set, a wave of fear engulfed the entire village. No one dared to go near it at night, for from within came wretched screams of agony—cries that sent shivers down the spine of anyone who heard them.
By Dipak Pawar11 months ago in Horror
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 Pawar11 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 Pawar11 months ago in Horror
The House That Hums
The house had been abandoned for decades, yet it was never truly silent. It sounded low and almost melodic, like a wind-borne lullaby, according to residents of Hollow Creek. Since the Carter family disappeared inside without a trace, no one dared to enter. The house was talked about in whispers—how its walls breathed, how it sang to those who listened too long. However, Evan did not come from Hollow Creek. When he heard about the humming house, he was a photographer looking for urban legends, and he knew he had to see it for himself. The house loomed, its once-white paint flaking off, and broken windows that looked like teeth. As if nature were trying to pull it back into the earth, vines climbed the walls. The hum grew louder as Evan stepped onto the porch, breaking through the planks of wood beneath his feet. He pushed open the door. A grand foyer covered in dust and decay was revealed when it groaned in protest. In spite of the still air, a chandelier hung above, its crystals swaying slightly. His chest was resonating as the hum wrapped around him, now getting louder. Evan took a picture with his camera. He saw something move within the wallpaper for a split second as the flash illuminated the walls. He swallowed hard and took another picture. The wallpaper appeared to bulge outward, as if something within was pressing against it, when the flash came back again. His heart pounded. He got closer and extended his hand to touch the wall. It was warm.
By WorldEcho11 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 Pawar11 months ago in Horror