Skip to main content

Can You Hear Her?


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 and looked through the window.

To my shock, I saw a girl on the swing, her hair untied. Because it was dark, I couldn't see her face clearly, but I could see her moving around the place. Panicked, I immediately tried to wake up my cousin, but she dismissed me, saying it wasn’t possible, and went back to sleep. As I turned back to the window, I saw the girl now walking along the roof of our neighbor's house, fearlessly jumping across the edges. Restlessly, I covered myself with the blanket and forced myself to sleep.

In the morning, I told everyone about what I had seen, but no one believed me. Instead, they laughed, saying it was just my imagination. However, they did admit to hearing a strange voice, which they assumed must have been a bird.

A month after my visit, when I returned from school, I found the youngest of the three sisters at our house, talking to my mother very seriously. When I asked what was wrong, she told me that her elder sister had been possessed for the past week by someone trying to kill her. They had called a Tantrik (someone who communicates with spirits), and he revealed that their house was haunted by a girl who had been burned alive by her two brothers. Now, she returns every night, seeking revenge.

Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Interview With The Author Of Bhoota Gappa & 2minhorrorstories

An interview with the author of JustUtter's first ever released horror book series named "Bhoota Gappa". This interview will not only let readers know more about, the origin and inspiration of these horror stories but also the challenges of fear and ruthlessness of the inner soul that unravels the story of the main character "Azagka".  Available Now in both paperback and hardcover Watch The Trailer Now!! Why did you write "2minhorrorstories"?   As an afternoon ritual back in my childhood days, my grandmother used to always narrate us stories about ghosts, witches, and unexplained incidents from her childhood, youth, to her middle age.    Those stories, enabled me to enter into a realm of a parallel dimension, that had some power beyond realism. It created a sense of fear, but at the same time the thrill lingered around for days, turning me into an adventurous soul that pushed my intentions beyond being scared and thus overpowering my inner ...
Post a Comment
Read more

भूता गप्पा : कमरे के बाहर जो था…(पटना स्टोरीज )

मैं उन दिनों हॉस्टल में दोस्तों के साथ खूब मस्ती किया करता था। कॉलेज के दिन वैसे भी बड़े मज़ेदार होते हैं। दोस्तों का झुंड हमेशा साथ रहता, न समय की परवाह होती, न किसी रोक-टोक की चिंता। बेफिक्री और हँसी के धुएँ से पूरा कैंपस गूंजता रहता। एक रात, हम सब राजू के कमरे में जमा थे। ओल्ड मंक की आखिरी बूंद तक सब कुछ खत्म हो गया। तभी किसी ने कहा, "अरे, मेरे बेड के नीचे एक बोतल है… लेकिन उसके लिए स्टोर रूम से होकर जाना पड़ेगा, जहाँ खिड़कियों से अजीब आवाजें आती हैं।" किसी जूनियर को भेजने की बात चली। मैं पहले थोड़ा हिचकिचाया, फिर हँसते हुए मान गया। "क्या होगा ज़्यादा से ज़्यादा? कोई आवाज़ तो यही लोग निकालेंगे।" जैसे ही मैं निकला, हमारे ग्रुप का एक सीनियर चुपचाप मेरे पीछे हो लिया और दरवाज़े के पीछे छिप गया। जब मैं स्टोर रूम पहुँचा, तो मुस्कुराते हुए पीछे मुड़ा क्योंकि मुझे लगा कोई आवाज़ जरूर लगाएगा। उन दिनों किसी के पास मोबाइल नहीं था। हॉस्टल में जगह-जगह एक-दो लैंडलाइन फोन लगे थे। लेकिन मुझे स्टोर रूम के अंदर से घंटी की आवाज़ सुनाई दी। अजीब बात यह थी कि वहां कभी फोन र...
Post a Comment
Read more

The Morgue Shift: A Chilling Night at IGH Hospital, Rourkela

There are jobs that demand courage—not just of the body, but of the mind. Being a nurse is one such job, and sometimes, the fear doesn’t come from the diagnosis or the pain—it comes from silence, from shadows, and from the unseen. This is a true account of a night shift I will never forget. Festival Night. Empty Corridors. One Dead Body. It was a festive evening in Rourkela, and most of the hospital staff had taken leave or left early. I was on duty at IGH Hospital as a male nurse. Late at night, I received the responsibility of transporting a deceased patient to the morgue—alone. Usually, someone from the morgue team assists with the process. But that night, there was no one available. I was told a security guard would be present near the morgue to help, if needed. With no other option, I took a stretcher and began the slow, solitary walk through the long, dimly lit hospital corridor. The Eyes in the Dark The hallway was quieter than usual, with only the occasional bark of a dog or a ...
Post a Comment
Read more