Haunted Stories From India Novels & Stories

Randhir was looking at me with numerous questions. I still remember when I informed him about Myra's condition he glared at me. He asked, ``How could I let Myra take the bullet? Why did I fail her? It's true. How could I fail her? Every time we started our journey we ended up in a complicated situation. Moving towards the other end of my study I looked at the picture of us. Me, Myra and Ranvijay. It was a small trip to Bhangarh Fort near Sariska Tiger Reserve. Myra read numerous haunted stories about the fort and started fighting to stay back there at night. Oh god, I and Randhir literally carried her out like a 5 year old kid from there. As the Archaeological Survey of India had already res

I have tried to seduce Lena countless times, but she always shyly pulled away like she was scared of getting tainted by me. I wanted to break that innocence. I wanted to hear her scream out my name in pleasure while I pounded her from behind as her huge tits bounced from the impact. I have envisioned this fantasy so hard that thinking about it made my dick twitch in my pants painfully. I fantasized about how warm her tight cunt would feel when I was balls deep inside her. How it would feel like when I fucked her mouth while those innocent brown orbs looked up to me like I was her salvation. And I would worship her like the goddess she was, if only she would give me a chance.

"I came back two days ago, and in the last two days I visited central jail to investigate more about Zara. It turns out they never searched this township because it’s known for old legends and ghost stories. There are rumors that this place is haunted by the spirit of that little girl and that many cops saw shadows floating in the air. An officer once claimed to have seen the ghost of a little girl which is total bull shit I believe. The main point is... The officers never went anywhere near this township again. But as you can see in these photos, it's a very good hide-out spot for a psycho like Zara. I have faith she might be hiding here." Hunter and Cole looked at each photo closely. There

Luna found herself haggling with friendly vendors, admiring the craftsmanship, and indulging in street food delicacies like spicy vada pav and sweet jalebi. Luna couldn't resist a visit to Bollywood, the heart of India's film industry. She attended a vibrant dance performance and even had the opportunity to be part of a movie set as an extra. Luna was amazed by the talent and dedication of the actors and crew, witnessing firsthand the energy and passion that went into creating India's famous cinematic experiences.

Since Ghazal was afraid to ride the bike with me and Hadiya we decided not to pressurize her and now she was bringing the equipment, the dresses and Shayla who was our makeup artist for today, in her car so that me and Hadi don't die on the road. The wind swished past me making me close my eyes to savor the moment. The familiar feeling of heaviness came rushing back to me as I stepped into the haveli. The whispers started making me lose myself in them but I snapped out of them, I came here to work not to have yet another episode of Zoya's panic attacks. "Do you plan on going crazy yet again?" Hadiya asked, seeing me lost in my thoughts. This place is haunted in some way. Not the paranormal t

"In India, there is a belief that when someone is missing us, our eyelids will flutter." "Wow, you expanded your knowledge about India." "Indeed, India is a fascinating nation. It taught me a lot of new things. Later, I will share with you my travel experience. First, I need to know what you did to make her so angry." She took the seat in front and stared at me with interest. "She requested that I give her money back. Thus, I gave her the money back." "Oh, is everything as easy as you seem to be saying, or are you withholding something from me?" Her eyes squinted at me.

Lydia's tone dropped almost to a whisper, Eden almost had to strain her ears to catch exactly what she was saying, fear caressing her words "It isn't just mountaineering accidents and bumps and broken bones like a usual hiking trail. There are... stories. People have been vanishing, without a trace for years in that place. Only a few have come back, and they're, well they're different, not the same people they were when they went.. The things people have said they've experienced there, Shadows of people hiding behind the trees, watching them.... Voices calling to them in the night and footsteps around their campsite. It's not a place you should be, certainly not alone" Eden almost snorted, s

Harrison suggested. I chugged down my beer, feeling the frustration building up. "If I asked you to leave India and explore other options, would you do it?" I asked Harrison. My brother remained silent, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "This is different, CJ. India is a werewolf. She has werewolf blood."

Still mudded with chunks of glass". She whimpered, felt down. We never had a single glance of her mind. Arvind sir had a car so we four were seated in the car and boys followed us with bicycles. It's very hard for them. After an hour she became normal. She feel guilty, sorry towards Arvind. That day ended with this we all went home and sleeped. Assam didn't have any high population and it's very rare for us to find anyone in the village area. And the haunted building was very scary to me. If I clamoured for help, it's only little mountains, rivers, and vegetation which was useless at times. The next day we went to a haunted building. He waited very eagerly.

Maybe, just maybe, the ghost is afraid of playing with my body deodorant. That was the only explanation I can come up with, unfortunately… THE END ++++++++++++++ Well, that was a very different and unique way of dealing with malevolent spirits. In India too, no less… Now that I think about it, I’ve not heard of any case like this one. Nevertheless, I hope you have enjoyed it, dear reader. Even possibly learned from it, as well. So now I bid you goodnight and hope to see you again soon here at the Supernatural Spa. This is your Storyteller, The Diwata saying… Fare thee well!