JustUtter 2Min Horror Stories: A Book Series "Bhoota Gappa"

Order Now   " Bhoota Gappa- Part 1 " : Watch The Trailer!! " Bhoota Gappa- Part 2 " :  Watch The Trailer!! Tell us more about the success of Bhoota Gappa?   Sure, the first part was a huge success, I am grateful to all my supporters of JustUtter community, my Odia community across the globe for such warm response. Around 200 copies have been sold at a global level and it has won the heart of millions of young horror lovers by being the best seller in recent "World Book Fair"held on Pragati Maidan, New Delhi as well as the "Goa Book Fair" via  Notion Press and Kharido Becho Shopping.   I am really grateful of this success of bringing the young and older  mass to again be excited of book reading after so long. WOW that's amazing, So What is Part 2 all about? "Bhoota Gappa Part 2" is an extended version of the first part, where the story of Azagka and her siblings continue to be more and more intertwined between parallel wo...

  When you want to worship, even a mere stone is enough. When you don't even know why to worship, even the holiest temples look like mighty caves with mouths opened to devour the scars of religion. There is a temple called the "Bhootnath Temple" in Guwahati, Assam, India. This temple has special significance for devotees who believe in the power of Lord Shiva to protect and ward off evil spirits. One such monk was called "Narayan." He was a purely devoted soul who spent countless hours inside the temple, praying to Lord Shiva. He used to conduct several religious practices for devotees coming from near and far to receive the Lord's blessings. One day, Narayan was returning home from his daily rituals at the temple when he encountered an unusual sight: a shadow in the form of Lord Shiva following him in the dead of night. After this, he fell severely ill and passed away within a month. With the monk's sudden demise, the temple became lonelier than usual. ...

  In Odisha, and I believe maximum villages or rural cities in India, in the 90s era, when power outages used to be a usual norm. Anytime there was a storm, or a rainy day, in the evenings, the houses had no light, just a candle or an oil lamp amidst a group of family members with kids trying to mimic studying, while they are all distracted by all the insects flying to and fro the candle light. They start asking a question or a two to the elders, after which, storytime is officially triggered. The eldest of the house, starts telling a story of when they were a kid, and were accompanied by a friend or traveling by themselves. The story genre usually was horror, as kids used to be excited as well as curious of things that still remain unexplained. That's when "Bhoota Gappa", or a "Ghost Story", came into existence, where people shared their experiences, in which they encountered something or someone that they couldn't explain but somewhere in their minds it st...

ଆମେ ହାଲି କାଲି ଗଲିରେ ଗୋଟେ ନୂତନ ଘରକୁ ସଂଚାର କରିଥିଲୁ। ଆମ ମାଲିକ ଆମକୁ ଜଣାଇଥିଲେ ଯେ ଘରର ଗୋଟେ ନିର୍ଦ୍ଦିଷ୍ଟ କକ୍ଷକୁ ଏଢାଇବା ଆବଶ୍ୟକ। ସେହି କକ୍ଷକୁ ଆମେ ଅତିରିକ୍ତ ଖାଦ୍ୟସାମଗ୍ରୀ ଏବଂ ପୁରୁଣା ଟିକିଆ ପାଇଁ ଗୋଦାମ ଘର ଭାବରେ ବ୍ୟବହାର କରୁଥିଲୁ। ଏକ ଦିନ ବେଳକୁ, ମୁଁ ଅସୁସ୍ଥ ଅନୁଭବ କରୁଥିଲି ଏବଂ ଘରର ସେହି କକ୍ଷର ଦ୍ୱାରକୁ ତାଳା ଲଗାଇବାକୁ ଭୁଲିଯାଇଥିଲି। ଘୁମେ ଥିବାବେଳେ, ମୁଁ ଆକସ୍ମିକ ଜାଗିଗଲି ଏବଂ ଦେଖିଲି ଯେ ଗୋଟିଏ ବୃଦ୍ଧା ମୋର ଖଟିଆର ପାର୍ଶ୍ୱରେ ବସିଛନ୍ତି ଏବଂ ମୋତେ ତକି ରହିଛନ୍ତି। ମୁଁ ଭୟରେ ଜଡ଼ ହୋଇ ଶାନ୍ତ ରହିବାକୁ ଚେଷ୍ଟା କଲି। ମୋ ମନର ଭୟ ସତ୍ତେ, ମୁଁ ଆଖି ବନ୍ଦ କରି ସ୍ୱରକୁ ଦମାଇ ରଖିବାକୁ ସକ୍ଷମ ହେଲି। ମୁଁ ଏକ ତୀବ୍ର ମତଲାହାଟିର ଲହର ଅନୁଭବ କଲି ଏବଂ ଭୟରେ ମୋର ମୂତ୍ର ଛାଡ଼ିଦେଲି। ଲାଗୁଥିଲା ଯେ ଅନ୍ଧକାର ମୋର ଆତ୍ମାକୁ ମାଡ଼ି ଯାଉଛି, ଏବଂ ମୋର ଶରୀର ଅନିୟନ୍ତ୍ରିତ ଭାବେ କାପୁଥିଲା। ସଉଭାଗ୍ୟବଶତଃ, ଘଣ୍ଟି ବାଜିଗଲା, ଯାହା ମୋତେ ସେଇ ଭୟଙ୍କର ଅନୁଭବରୁ ମୁକ୍ତି ଦେଲା। ମୋର ପଡ଼ୋଶି ଆସିଥିଲେ ଚାରି ପାଇଁ ଚାହିଁବାକୁ। ସେଇ ବିଚ୍ଛେଦ କିଛି ମୁହୁର୍ତ୍ତ ପାଇଁ ସାନ୍ତ୍ବନା ଦେଇଲା, ଏବଂ ସେହି ମହିଳା ହରାଇ ଯାଇଥିଲେ। ମୁଁ ତଡ଼କାରେ ଘରୁ ବାହାରି ଗଲି ଏବଂ ପଛରୁ ଦ୍ୱାରକୁ ତାଳା ଲଗାଇଦେଲି। ସେଇ ରାତିରେ, ମୋ ସ୍ୱାମୀ ଏବଂ ମୁଁ ଏକ ଯାତ୍ରା ପାଇଁ ବାହାରିଲୁ, ଏବଂ କିଛି ଦିନ ପାଇଁ ଆମ...

    One fine afternoon, as I was walking past the library at my grandfather’s place in Cuttack, Buxibazar, I heard a door knob screeching sound from the top floor. The staircases led to the terrace, a place I had never ventured before. At first, I heard a noise as if someone ahead of me was going up the stairs, trying to open the terrace door. As I headed up the stairs, the dark and eerie corner of the building, rarely visited by anyone, filled me with a sense of unease. When I finally reached the top, I found the terrace locked up. I wondered where the sound had come from. As I looked down, I caught a faint glimpse of an old man with a walking stick walking adjacent to the library. There was no other old man in the housing complex except my grandfather, and I had never seen him walking by this side of the room at this hour, let alone at such speed. Startled by the sight, I hurried downstairs, only to find a few pigeons scattered across the library floor. As I looked up, I saw...