Haunted Stories From India Novels & Stories

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Continuing the blood game - Unknown man Meanwhile in India Narrator point of view A young girl in her late teen is being tied to a chair in a beaten warehouse sitting in a eerie hallway with smashed mirrors and loud wailing of girls as they get mercilessly dragged by their hairs their fault nothing just their existence in his world where they dare to open up their mouth to revolt with her cheeks strained with the never ending flow of tears her blue leggings are now brownish red after mixing with her own blood by the continuous whipping . Various scary men surrounding her and all see can see now is a group of young girls and women of all the possible age group looking at her with pity, sympat

It infuriated Cassy more—with the night that’s the homecoming of the ghosts and horrors. A wicked laugh itched to be out, instead, she scrutinized the height. The distance between her and the ground did not harrow her. It amazed her at how different she’s lurking around where the normal people might not even stare without a wave of nausea washing over them. An urge to smoke-filled her; she fetched a pack from the inside pocket of her dark blue jacket; ignited the flame, mumbling, “Every legendary story is a pent-up frustration of human beings to invoke fear in the minds of those whom they hate. Several against one or one against many.”

he crouched beside the couch and lifted her feet, grabbing a pair of scissors from the side table, he cut through the thick mummy bandages that her feet were held in, cursing Fred "Haven't you heard the story about the old man who was woken up from his deep sleep by his neighbour’s son, he was so angry that he cursed the poor kid to become a frog,” Samaira looked at him with a deadpan face as he stood up and discarded the bandages in the bin, then sanitised his hands and looked at her, had it been Shain or someone else who would’ve told her this so called ‘famous’ story which she had never heard before, she would have laughed, however, it was Siddharth Kapoor the ever royal, ever elusive and

Suddenly there was a flash of lightning cutting across the room through the high window, followed by the crack of thunder. The sound of heavy rain could be heard hitting the metal roofing. It was now dark and I was in darkness. No lighting. I felt terribly hurt and abused. At this moment , I missed my parents so much. My mind flashed back to the many times my mother had shown that kind of love only a mother is capable of. I remember when mum had grabbed fearlessly the head of a snake and thrown it off me on one occasion we went out camping by the seaside . I had been fast asleep when the snake climbed onto the bed. Luckily mummy was just stepping in after sitting outside for some time to enj

"When it comes to gossip, nothing gets past me." At 11:00 PM, an understated luxury car pulled up at the school gates. Helena and Howard got out. Celeste and I had already set up snacks and drinks at the reading pavilion, waiting for them to settle down. After they arrived, Celeste cleared her throat. "Helena, what I'm about to tell you might sound unbelievable, but you have to believe me. I'm not crazy." In about ten minutes, Celeste laid out everything about my shadow. I chipped in with details to make the story as airtight as possible, hoping to make it seem as real as we could.

she asked. "You really don't realise the gravity of the punishment, do you?" Pavani asked her. Sahithi nodded looking puzzled. "The Fort is a death trap. Anyone sent there never returns." "Did anyone ask why?" "It is said that The Fort is haunted by ghosts and cruel beasts." Sahithi snorted. "Beasts can be killed." "What about ghosts?" "They too can be chased away." "These are the strongest ones. No one has been able to tame them." "Then why are they confined to a single place if they are so powerful?"

I started the journey, I walked for two hours, and I wasn’t scared as I had my sword, my backpack and myself. I got to the river. I was thinking of sleeping there but then I started hearing voices and it seemed like the cold night river. I have heard about that river and how it can be. It is a place where spirits roam but it is famous for the Tell Tale spirit. The Tell-Tale spirit is a spirit that appears to tell you your future and it is always bad, it rarely comes out though, it has been disregarded as one of those old stories. I turned around to get away from the river and then it became extremely foggy all of a sudden and cold too, fear gripped me immediately and I knew I was in for it.

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

I fell to my death from the 33rd floor. I died with my eyes open. No matter how I thought about it, I couldn't understand why any of this had happened. But I was given another chance, for I had come back to life. This time, I was determined to uncover the truth behind every one of those so-called accidents.