In the quiet village of Mirik, nestled between the misty hills of Darjeeling, the Rai family lived in an old two-story house that creaked and whispered secrets of its own. Among the family members, young Meera and her elder sister, Priya, shared a peculiar fascination with a peculiar doll—a gift from their globetrotting uncle who…
Little Lily bounced with excitement, clutching a wrapped box adorned with garish cartoon flowers. Her birthday had been a washout, rain drowning the promised backyard party. But this surprise gift, delivered by a peculiar courier with eyes like chipped ice, promised to make up for it. Tearing open the paper, Lily gasped. Inside, nestled in…
The lone streetlamp flickered erratically, casting distorted shadows across the deserted parking lot. Ten years had passed, yet the memory of that unsettling night remained vivid. It was a story recounted to me by a colleague, Sarah, her voice barely a whisper even after all this time. It spoke of the unnerving happenings at a…
With three kids in the backseat, the Johnson family drove down a deserted road at night. Suddenly, their car sputtered and slowed. John, the father, saw a dark figure standing in the middle of the road. It wasn’t human or animal—something else entirely. Turning back wasn’t an option, so he kept going. As they got…
Jake, a diligent food delivery rider, got an order for a pizza late one night. The address directed him to a flat on the 13th floor of an old apartment building. Upon arriving, he discovered that the button for the 13th floor in the lift was malfunctioning. He sighed, pressed the button for the 14th…
At 2 a.m., Akash finally submitted the project to his overseas client. Thirteen hours of relentless work had left him utterly exhausted, and the looming workload of the next day weighed heavily on his mind. Although he lived in the densely populated city of Delhi, his office was located in a quiet, sparsely populated suburb,…
Emily hated mornings, but this one was worse. A dull ache throbbed behind her eyes, and her reflection in the bathroom mirror was a mess of tangled hair and mascara smudges. As she leaned in for a closer look, a prickle of unease danced down her spine. Her reflection wasn’t quite… right. The familiar freckle…
The storm howled like a banshee, each gust of wind a skeletal finger scraping against the boarded windows. Rain lashed against the old cabin like a thousand tiny fists, the drumming a maddening counterpoint to the thunder that seemed to crack the very foundation. Inside, huddled by the dying embers of the fireplace, Sarah clutched…