Haunted Stories From India Novels & Stories

"Everyone has a story, Joan. It's part of the tradition.." I looked at Emily. She smiled encouragingly at me. The room fell silent as they waited for me to begin. I took a deep breath, searching my mind for a story. I remembered a story my mom told me when I was younger. “There was once an old mansion far away from a hidden, forgotten town,” I began “It was said to be haunted by the spirit of a young woman. The woman was a bride who had died on her wedding night.” Sarah and Emily gasped.

Hunter asked. "My name is Chirag Kumar. I am from Mumbai in India". "You're from India? Zoey asked surprised. "Then why are you here?" "I'm an exchange student". The trio responded "ooooh". "Can I sit here? He asked, indicating a empty chair. Josh and Hunter looked at each other undecidedly. "Sure you can" Zoey said. Chirag sat down and adjusted the seat. "Tell me more about India". A large smile lit up Chirag's light skinned face. He cleared his throat feebly. "In India, we have elephants. Very big ones, where we use it as transportation and to hunt"

Inspector Rana’s dark voice echoed: “Start the story. The professor who tells the first story… survives.” Anusha took a deep breath. The memory she had locked away in the darkest room of her mind for years returned to her suddenly. “Okay…” she said in a trembling voice. “I will tell you… the most terrifying night of my life.” The lights dimmed. The air became heavier. Some students began to cry. But Anusha’s story had begun— and now it couldn’t be stopped. The Night’s Guest — The Beginning It was 2017. Anusha was a new research scholar and was staying at an old guest house hidden in the mountains.

"The perimeter is leaking, and the undead have already found the seam. Clear the courtyard in two days. Every single one." A chill ran down my spine as I remembered the old northern stories—rotting jaws still snapping long after their legs had been severed, hollow bodies that kept tearing and feeding with no scent and no pain. They never stopped. I swallowed the fear rising in my throat and lifted my chin. "Fine. Give me the weapon."

I felt that wasn’t enough. So I cleared my throat and said, “I also have a story about knocking on doors. You’ve probably all seen it before, since I read this one online.” “There was a very poor man who could only afford to rent a haunted apartment. Before moving in, he deliberately asked the landlord about the story behind it.” “The previous tenant of the room had suffered heartbreak and jumped to his death from the apartment window. Ever since then, people often claimed to see the dead tenant come back.”

, Said Faiz handing her an old type of water bottle which was made of wood and had a cloth wrapped around it. Amelia nodded taking the bottle from her and going to the water resource that was just a minute before them. Amelia and Faiz had to look for a place that no one visits and was considered isolated, haunted, or maybe a place that had supernatural beings visiting. Amelia and Faiz asked the villagers around if there was any place considered deserted and isolated. " There's a place ahead on ten minutes of walk, no one goes there. That place is haunted, some villagers and personally me, we have heard ghosts sing and chant some scary mantras late at night ", Said a villager.

Hexa replied to her thoughts. “Hmm?” Mrtyu was puzzled out, “Did I speak out my thoughts? How did he hear me?” Hexa chuckled and continued to watch her by supporting his chin on his tangled fingers over the table. She asked him, “Aren’t you eating?” Hexa nodded his head in no and Mrtyu remarked to herself, “Oh my mistake, I forgot the fact that you are a ghost. You can’t eat.” Hexa stared at her with warning eyes for addressing him as a ghost. “To call a ghost a ghost is a sin?” Mrtyu said not knowing that she have crossed all her limits set by Hexa.

He was lying face down, and face up, all at once. I live in that house now. I am the village "fixer." And every night, I listen to the scratching beneath the floorboards. I don't fear the ones that crawl. I fear the ones that wait. Because now I know that the most terrifying thing in the world isn't death—it’s a corpse that refuses to close its eyes.

Looked like Loren had gotten carried away, Ria thought. "You know, of all the ghosts, the most dangerous are the ones that carry grudges and regrets…" Loren rambled on again. Ria started to think that Loren liked horror topics like this. "What do you mean?" Ria responded while reading through some of the articles she found earlier. “I have a story that my mother firsthand experienced. She once rented an old house that was haunted by a spirit full of regret and anger that almost brought her to an terrible accident…” Loren had already started preparing her story when Ria noticed that the clock already indicated that their next class was about to start.

The locals entitled it the land of fairies and Mussoorie was also called the Queen of Hills for its luscious green hills that lay at 1900 meters altitude. As warm and welcoming as it sounded with a promise of lifelong worth memories, Joe knew it differently. It was one of the top most haunted places in India. He’d heard several stories about the abandoned Lambi Dehar Mines during his very short stay in Mussoorie. But he was here for something worse than the haunted mines that took the lives of countless workers. “We’re here, sir.” Joe was so immersed in his thoughts that he didn’t notice the car had stopped in the sheltered driveway. He exited the vehicle, shuffling in his feet as he smoothe