The Midnight Crawler: A Puri Horror Encounter Rooted in Indian Folklore

I came to visit my uncle's house when I was studying in Christ College, Cuttack. He and I were the best buddies when it comes to travel and food, and had the various food delicacies from the land of Cuttack to Puri to explore. One night I was staying at a place in Puri, and the place had a top floor with windows opening to tall mango laden trees and guava trees. I used to sleep their at night with the windows open to fight the heat. One night, I was late from college and had gone to a friend's place, my uncle was all alone but he was fast asleep. I went upstairs to the bedroom and the rooms were quite dark, I was tired so I didn't bother to switch on the light, just washed myself up in the bathroom and threw myself on the bed. There was a strange feeling as someone was trying to push me from my own bed. I was freaked out as to who would it be. I could almost feel four hands, as I stood up to switch on the lights, a human like figure in the dark crawled on it's four hands outside my window. I wasn't able to sleep all night thinking whether it was a thief who had come to steal something or attack me in the middle of the night or a supernatural element. In the morning when I spoke to my uncle about it, he mentioned that a monkey used to come every night to that room and sleep in the bed and had gotten used to it, he had started to close the windows for that reason.

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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 ...

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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 ...

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