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

  Now that the 2 out of my 7 books of "JustUtter Horror Series" - "Bhoota Gappa" is out live, I want to again invite enthusiastic writers and readers to share a "Bhoota Gappa" (Ghost/Horror Story) and get a chance to be part of this exciting horror series just like before.  1.DM me or email your story at "misrapratiksha@gmail.com" with subject as "Bhoota Gappa" 2. If your story gets picked up for my next "Bhoota Gappa" edition you get to choose a free book from the author and share your name and  address so that I can ship it over. 3. If your story gets picked you will get an Official  "JustUtter Writer" badge and will be contactes for further contribution of your writing collab with "JustUtter Books". 5 Ways To Write A "Bhoota Gappa"  And Send It My Way: 1. Have you heard a story or incident from your grandparents,parents, friends, relatives from your native land or community? 2. Have...

I was 11 years old when this alarming incident happened. I was living in Rourkela ( Industrial City Of Steel) in the year 1995 when my final exams of seventh standard were over, and summer vacations had begun. My dad as he used to be friends with lot of buses that used to go to my native place Pattamundai, Odisha at night, decided to send me before hand with one of his trustworthy drivers and then join me later on. As my uncles will come and pick me up from the destination he knew I was in good hands. So the journey began and I happened to sit close to the window seat right next to the driver's seat. We were chit chatting all night with the driver's friends and passengers onboarding the bus. Suddenly at the middle of the night an old woman tapped at my window when most of the crowd was sound asleep just the driver was focusing on the drive. I looked at her as she was making gestures to give her something to eat. I didn't have anything so I asked my uncle who was sitting ne...

I am an old woman. Post-retirement, I thought I would be happier, but things grew darker. My workplace asked me to return part-time, which I didn’t mind. One night, as I slowly made my way to the parking lot of the old motel where I was staying—too tired to drive the two hours home—I saw something strange in the rearview mirror. A pale, blurry creature appeared, animal-like, with three legs and an abnormally large head. Its eyes locked with mine, unblinking. I couldn’t place it—maybe a raccoon or a strange rodent? I parked and began walking to the entrance, sensing someone—or something—trailing me. Too exhausted, I ignored it. Then, a sudden gust of icy wind slammed through me, knocking me flat onto the pavement. I was dazed. It felt like the creature had entered me—or passed through me—leaving an unnatural chill behind. Shivering, I scrambled to gather my things and rushed inside. Just then, another traveler approached. He had witnessed my fall while smoking outside. He said something...

Have you ever dreamt of snakes? The night where you are falling into a pit of slithering snakes and all you can do is not move. The night where a snake is chasing you devouring everyone except you, while you are trying to catch your breath as its scale rubs against you im your hideout where finally those fangs get you.An old temple ruin in "Bhitarkanika", with girls, ladies and older women, walking on top of a high tower, suddenly I see a familiar face, my childhood friend all bald and squeezing the head of a snake with blood squirting out all over her face as she smiles, while getting back a strand of hair. I am standing as part of a long queue wandering what's going on. There's a dangerously looking women filled with snake hair, sitting on a throne made partially of black stone. She hisses at me with her eyes and asks me to go on, I reluctantly take a snake in my hand, which is slimy and trying to bite me, I cannot go ahead with the ritual as my hands are all sweaty...

It was sometime between 1985 and 1990. I was a small boy studying at Bishop Westcott Boys' School in Ranchi—an old, towering institution with long, echoing corridors and a haunting silence that clung to its corners after dark. There was a particular toilet block in the far wing of the school—unused, broken, and abandoned. No one ever went near it. Not even the cleaners. It was darker than the rest, gloomier, dirtier... almost as if the grime itself was hiding something. A heavy metal door sealed it shut, rusted and stiff, the kind that groaned when the wind pushed it ever so slightly. One night, after returning late from a summer fest, I felt the sudden urge to use the bathroom. Groggy and half-asleep, I wandered down the hallway. Right in front of me stood the old, abandoned toilet—and just beside it, the newly constructed one, clean and brightly lit. But for some strange reason... I ignored the new one. I don’t know why. It was as if something pulled me toward the old door. My bo...

I love nightlife, walking down the streets with friends, giggling while holding each other’s hands. Dressed up like a party slayer with black eyeshadow, blue mascara, and green eyelashes. The other night, we all had plans, and as usual, I was on the sidewalk, returning from a nightclub where we had danced like crazy. In the parking lot, I was waiting for my friend to get the car keys that she had misplaced in one of the bathrooms. Being tired, I had zoned out and suddenly found myself in a nightclub where loud music was taking me into a trance, making me feel like I was flying while doing hip-hop moves, swinging and flexing my leg muscles. Just then, the club went darker than usual, smoke filled the air, and a burnt man with boiling flesh on his face appeared. I hopped in horror and crashed into another girl, who kept screaming as she burned. I started running toward the nearest exit and found a pile of burned bodies before losing control and falling. My friend pulled me into the car, ...