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The Light of Darkness
Nishindara. As beautiful as the name sounds, the environment around the village is as mysterious. Surrounded by dense forests, sometimes high mountain ranges, and the howling of jackals in the dead of night, the village seems to be a realm of unknown fear. The people of the village are very simple, but they have only one story to tell - there is a light deep in the forest, which sometimes shines in the darkness. Some say it is the light of a ghost, some say it is the eye of a god, and some believe it is the play of a genie.
By Tushar Farabi10 months ago in Horror
"The young man's oath at the coffin". Content Warning.
"The young man's oath at the coffin" A rainy night in the funeral season The sound of thunder echoed the pain in the heart of "Jimy", a young man who stood still in front of the coffin of a young woman who was like the last breath of his life.
By Rohitha Lanka10 months ago in Horror
The Nishir Pahar Jinn
In the southeastern hilly region of Bangladesh lies a secluded village named Rangachhora. This village has a secret. It is surrounded by rolling hills, thick forests, and a small stream that cuts through the greenery. Nishir Pahar, or "The Mountain of the Night," is an ancient mountain that can be found close by. Locals say that it has a curse: no one ever goes there after dark. Why is this? There lives a jinn with fire-like eyes and a deep voice that echoes from peak to peak. First Encounter
By Nazmus Sakib10 months ago in Horror
"The Whispering Walls of Windemere Hall"
The wind howled through the trees like mournful voices crying from the beyond. When I arrived at Windemere Hall, a storm had already begun to stir in the brooding skies above Yorkshire.I had been invited by my distant cousin, Lord Alistair Windemere, whose letters carried the stench of desperation — and something darker.
By Nazmus Sakib10 months ago in Horror
The Room That Remembers
They informed Asha that the house was deserted. This dilapidated building, located just outside the village, was nearly engulfed by encroaching vines and an eerie stillness. However, as soon as she crossed the threshold of the weathered entrance, she sensed that this assertion was not entirely accurate.
By Ranjan kuzur10 months ago in Horror
The Final Traveler of Course 79
🎙️ "The Final Traveler of Course 79" In a calm city, there's a night transport. Course 79. It clears out each night at precisely 11:
By Siyam Islam10 months ago in Horror
The Night Food Floated onto The AIR:A Real possession Story. Content Warning.
This story occurred in Khulna about five years ago. It was a strange and scary thing that my family and I will never forget. One night, we saw a little girl crying on the side of the road. She was about 8 years old. Her name was Tara. She looked very tired and weak. She said she hadn't eaten in two or three days. She came from a nearby village and had no accommodation.
By Joyprokash Roy10 months ago in Horror
Between Sacred Stones and Silent Screams: The Haunted Soul of Wat Sisaket
The Ghostly Past of Wat Sisaket: Lao's Spiritual Mystery Deep in the center of Vientiane, Wat Sisaket is a legacy to Laos' violent past and spiritual heritage. Built in 1818 on the orders of King Anouvong (Sethathirath V), this temple is the oldest surviving Buddhist structure in the capital, having escaped destruction by a hair's breadth during the Siamese invasion of 1827. Its unusual Siamese-influenced design—featuring a five-tiered roof and a cloistered courtyard—likely spared it the same fate as neighboring temples, which were reduced to rubble. It is today revered not only for its history but also for its notoriety as one of the most haunted locations in Laos, where the specters of the past whisper along its dimly lit passages.
By Kyrol Mojikal10 months ago in Horror
Mysterious Red Sari Spirit & Haunted Tamarind Tree
The incident happened with his elder uncle, but at the request of Tapas Bhai, we are keeping his elder uncle’s name confidential. The time frame of this incident was around 1994 or 1995. During that period, the Bila (wetland) would have a lot of water in the rainy season. One day, Tapas Bhai’s uncle brought a kind of item made from palm leaves, called “Kunda” in the village language. He had gone to cut grass and also to collect Kachuri leaves and similar things for the cows’ feed. While bringing back those things for feeding the cows, there is a place near Baktarpur Bila. This place is, well, how should I put it, an area with trees, a homestead-like place. There stands a Hijal tree there. When his uncle was returning, he sat down under that Hijal tree to rest for a while. While resting absentmindedly, he broke a branch off that Hijal tree. After resting, he normally returned home. Once home, he fed the cows the grass and Kachuri leaves he had collected. Everything seemed fine, but that very night, the uncle suddenly started acting mad. He began speaking incoherently, did not want to stay indoors, and left the house. He scolded his family members and spoke nonsense to everyone. No one was able to hold him back—one person alone couldn’t restrain him, and even many together could not. He left the house. The uncle felt as if something had possessed or affected him in a bad way. When that negative force acted upon him, he felt as if someone was sitting on him, his chest became heavy, and it felt like a heavy stone was placed on his chest. He could hardly speak properly. This problem lasted similarly for about five to six days and then went away. He became completely normal, and everything—his words, behavior, and actions—were perfectly fine. About a month after this incident, the problem started again. One day, suddenly, the uncle couldn’t be found anywhere. No one could find him, and everyone started searching all around for him.
By Lily10 months ago in Horror
Traveler of the Frequented Prepare
The year was 1993. Inside the calm northern town of Lalmonirhat, Bangladesh—then untouched by modernity—nights fell into significant quiet. After nightfall, the town turned into a ghost of itself. It was in the midst of one such spooky night that something truly chilling happened, a story still whispered by the seniors with unease in their eyes.
By Siyam Islam10 months ago in Horror
She's Still Waiting. Content Warning.
''She is still waiting… at the end of the rice field'' At the end of a vast rice field in a remote village, there was a large old tree standing alone amidst the silence. Under its shade was once a shelter for a young woman named ''Buapan'' whose husband named ''Ai Plan'' was conscripted into the army when the country was torn apart during the war between the nations.
By Rohitha Lanka10 months ago in Horror
Mysterious story of ghost wells | Real Horror Story . AI-Generated.
"Kusumpur", a small village in Rajasthan, had a very old well, which was deserted for years. People used to say that this well is cursed. No one goes to that well at night, because there are strange sounds from there. Sometimes a woman's scream, sometimes a child's groan.
By Horror best kahani10 months ago in Horror