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

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, ...

I was probably around 13 years old when I went to one of my aunt's houses in Aali Tehsil,Kendrapada with my niece to spend my summer holidays. I had planned to stay for 2-3 days but ended up staying for a week. Believe me, I was unable to sleep for those seven days. My niece is three years younger than me. My aunt is a widow and has three daughters. One of her daughters was married and wasn’t there. The moment I stepped into their house, I could sense some strange energy and immediately wanted to leave. However, with all the day's events and conversations with my cousins, time flew by, and things started to feel normal. At night, all of us slept in the same big room, and I was right in the middle. In front of the bed was a window with a clear view of their front yard and the neighbor's house. I usually stay up later than others, so at around 2 a.m., I heard a voice—it sounded like a bird or a child calling out someone's name. It seemed to come from the yard, so I got up...

I was marching down the dimly lit school hallway toward my classroom when an ear-piercing scream shattered the silence. My body froze. A shiver crawled up my spine as I hesitated, unwilling to move any further. Something felt off. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a shadow—long, slender, almost stretching unnaturally—following me. Before I could turn to look, the doors of every classroom slammed shut with a deafening bang, one after another, sealing the corridor in eerie silence. Panic gripped me. My breath quickened as I fumbled for the nearest door, desperately trying to pry it open. My hands trembled as I twisted the knob, and suddenly, the door creaked open. What I saw inside sent a paralyzing chill through my veins. Bodies. Dozens of them. Piled haphazardly, limbs twisted in unnatural angles, their glassy, lifeless eyes staring into nothingness. The walls were smeared with deep crimson handprints, the floor soaked in blood. The overwhelming stench of death h...