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...

I sprinted through the echoing corridors of IIT Kharagpur, my breath ragged, my heart a trapped bird hammering against my ribs. The cold tile beneath my feet blurred as I pushed myself faster, desperate for the solitude of the terrace. System Engineering. Mechanics. Two red slashes across my academic record, each a brand seared into my soul. Hope, the fragile butterfly I’d carried for so long, had finally given up, its wings crumbling to dust. I knew, with a chilling certainty, that I would never reach the heights I had dreamed of. The terrace doors swung open with a groan, revealing the vast, star-studded sky. The wind whipped at my face, a cold caress that mirrored the emptiness inside me. I walked to the edge, the drop a dizzying invitation. "Where are you off to?" The voice, a low murmur from behind me, made me jump. I whirled around, my eyes struggling to adjust to the dim light. He was a senior, I recognized him from a few pictures I have seen of him from our hostel...

    A mansion, opulent and imposing, now stood where generations of homes had risen and crumbled. Beneath its foundations lay the ghosts of lives lived, a tapestry of joy and, more often, the jagged edges of tragedy. Each brick whispered stories of previous inhabitants, their laughter echoing in the empty halls, their tears staining the very mortar. Death, a constant companion, had stalked these grounds for centuries. One such tale clung to the newly erected walls, the story of a teenage girl visiting her uncle for his housewarming. Her own home, a humble cottage near the fish-filled pond in Jagatsinghpur, Odisha, felt a world away from this sprawling edifice. In her village, an ancient belief persisted: no one should sleep alone in a new house until cleansing rituals had been performed, banishing any lingering spirits trapped within its walls. This new house, however, was smaller than her uncle’s previous residence, and her aunt, overwhelmed by the prospect of hosting n...

   I hail from Murshidabad in Bengal. My story begins during the wedding of my tutor, where I stayed for three days. A mental hospital stood ominously close to her house. She repeatedly warned me to disregard any unusual noises or occurrences, but one afternoon, I stepped out onto her balcony, shirtless. Returning to the room, I fell asleep alone. Around 1 AM, a sound jolted me awake. In the dim moonlight, I saw a figure standing near my bed. The man's face was a grotesque mask of blood and scratches, and saliva dripped from his lips. I feigned sleep, terrified as he watched me with unsettling intensity. Suddenly, he vanished. But a chilling sensation washed over me. I felt a presence behind me, breathing heavily and making guttural sounds. I was paralyzed with fear, unable to move. Desperate, I began chanting the Hanuman Chalisa, my voice trembling. The morning call to prayer, the azan, finally broke the spell. The presence was gone. I immediately contacted my relatives and f...