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

In the bustling chaos of Delhi, a struggling couple—Jyoti and Ankit—bought a second-hand fridge late at night from a shady tent-shop. No receipt, no questions, just Rs. 11,000 cash. The seller’s chilling words: “No returns. And be careful.” From the moment the fridge entered their home, things turned strange. Their calm neighborhood dog barked furiously. Their pet cat was found dead—eyes bulging, tongue out. Food began to vanish mysteriously, especially meat. At night, strange chewing sounds echoed from the kitchen. Jyoti had a nightmare—of a headless girl staring into the fridge. Soon, Jyoti’s brother-in-law Aarav visited. One night, he screamed. He claimed the fridge handed him a lighter… and inside it, a blood-soaked head had whispered, “Where are your manners?” The final horror? The fridge grew legs. Walked. Dragged itself across the kitchen. Inside—rotting limbs. A woman’s severed head. Calling for their daughter. Read the full story in the upcoming book series of ...

   "Where curses were cast… and one soul was spared.." “Beta,” the old man said, his eyes never leaving the old well, “you’ve heard tales that we vanished out of fear. But that’s only part of the truth. We didn’t run. We cursed.” The girl clutched her shawl tighter. The red moon loomed overhead like a silent omen. “Salim Singh,” he whispered, “was no man. He was a leech—power-hungry, wicked, obsessed with the chief’s daughter. When we refused to hand her over, he threatened to return with swords and soldiers.” That’s when the village elders made a decision. “We’d rather burn than bow.” The Brahmins gathered that night. They drew circles in the dirt, chanted forgotten names, and opened something no man should ever open. A dark portal, fed by their fury, their heartbreak, their rage. “And we trapped him in it,” the old man said, voice cracking. “His body twisted. His face melted into shadow. But he didn’t go down alone…” The magic backfired. The land itself began to...