Haunted Stories From India Novels & Stories

Aslan, despite his age at the time, was still reeling in young women eager for some kind of “experience.” But she had to admit, the mention of the manananggal earlier had sent chills down her spine. It reminded her of an old story she’d heard as a child. During gatherings and celebrations in the hacienda, the staff would tell tales about a woman who lived near the river, close to the waterfall. Supposedly, her body would split in half, sprouting wings, and she would hunt at night. It’s ridiculous. In her world of science and medicine, stories like that didn’t hold any weight. Still, it didn’t hurt to believe just a little—at least enough to make sure she didn’t end up as prey to some mananan

"I must say, Dr. Barron, your request was... unusual. Not many people want to go to that part of the jungle. It's said to be... haunted." Isabel's heart skipped a beat. "Haunted? Tell me you're not superstitious, Raul? Our last guide abandoned us in the night. It was pure luck we found our way back to the river and our boat." Raul flashed her a blindingly white smile as he popped his gum. "Me? No, not at all. But," his eyes darted around, as if checking for eavesdroppers. When he spoke, his voice was low. "There are stories, old stories, about people who are not quite people. They say they can take the form of jaguars, that they guard the deepest secrets of the forest. Most think they're jus

Will this night never stop haunting me? "This place isn't haunting you." "Abhay?" I whipped around towards the source of the sound. Found only white sand dipped in the blue-black hue of the night in every direction. "Abhay!" I called out again. He was here. I could feel him. "Why am I here? Abhay!" He knew this place was the dawn of my nightmares. He knew how much I hated this night. The night that I had to kill an entire pack consisting of innocent women and then face the most feared Alpha of India at the time. Then why am I here?

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The winds passed by creating the unforgettable environment for all of them while the lights and the music played their part giving them the peace. The night went by as the never ending conversations some how leaded to the wedding of the new weds. "That was the time when I actually saw bhabhi looking like a lost puppy." Nishant said. "I was so scared. She didn't say anything till we crossed Gujarat." Zeeshant added. "Why were you scared?" Myra asked with a chuckle. "His soul was scared ever since you guys had the dinner." "And you know the best part- like we were waiting for you by the car and the only thing he kept on saying was to cancel the vidaai." Nishant said followed by everyone's chu

said Aditi, “ Hmm.. This is why I'm thinking that there is something fishy between them and they are not intimate but foes, ” added Rubika, “ Hmm.. You are right, otherwise, why would he send a girl to such an area where the man fears to pass... It's a horrible place. When I was just a child I feared this place for being haunted but as I grew up I fear the men who hang out there, they are more horrible than the ghosts, ” said Aditi with frowned eyes,

i spoke "Not today Ananya some other day" bhai spoke. " no bhai, we won't get time tomorrow is haldi then wedding, then reception and then i willleave for new York. So today is the only when we are free please bhai" i gave him my puppy face. He sighed"ok but lets get out of this place first i think its haunted " i laughed at my brother's reaction and he as usual he glared at me. " where do you want to go" bhai asked

Even though I knew this was not real but the stupid heart was telling me otherwise. And when I couldn't be at peace I thought to google about this raindrop wish. I found something about it. In the northeastern parts of India, they have this belief that raindrop wishes always come true if made from the heart. I searched more and found some stuff, there were real stories too where people have accepted that their wish had come true. There was a meeting scheduled and I went with Niharika to meet the new investors. After the meeting when we were coming back to my cabin to discuss important aspects all I was thinking about what Mrs.Acharya had said.

Some say he was stuck inside the lab while the fire wore down the whole place but my mom said it was a well-planned missionary to cost my dad's life. I didn't get to the point that she was trying to make me understand. Chole, Natasha, Dacy, Nichole, Clara, and Eminem, my crazy friends are going to join me for the journey to Chennai. And from there Kalai, Priya, Dhanu, Tharani, and Pooja will join us. They are eager to work with us and I am happier to get their support. Indians are so friendly and helping minded. I still remember when I was lost between the crowd, an old lady offered me some food and water even sat with me until my dad gets me. That was my last visit to India but still, that

He realized what she was looking at. “Yes, I think this might be an excellent subject for your blog. I didn’t realize this doll is an actual antique with a story. She’s haunted by a little girl who first owned her. Or so the story says. The little girl was from an unhappy home and she died of scarlet fever in the late 1800s. Now she haunts her favourite doll and looks for a loving family.” “What a sad story. Do you believe it’s true? That it’s really haunted? Do you think it’s a story that’s been used to exploit the hauntings?” Benjamin sat the food on the table and came to sit beside his wife as they looked at the papers and toys.