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The Voice After Midnight - A True Tale From Rajgangpur

Narrated by my school friend from Carmel Convent School, Rourkela - Sonal Ekka, this story will be published in my coming soon "Bhoota Gappa" series, so this story is on just for tonight, as I launch the trailer of Part 3 of "Bhoota Gappa" JustUtter Horror Series.






This incident happened to my Dadi (grandmother), years ago, in our village near Rajgangpur.

One evening, she had gone to visit a friend in a neighboring part of the village. It was already a bit late by the time she was returning. In our village, there's an old belief: never shout or say goodbye loudly after dusk. Especially phrases like “I’ll come visit you again” or “Let’s meet again soon”—it’s said that spirits listen, and they accept the invitation.

As she left, her friend, being casual and cheerful, shouted after her:
“I’ll come visit you next time at your place!”
And my grandmother, smiling, replied back:
“Yes, do come!”

That night, everything seemed normal. There was no electricity back then, only lanterns lighting the long, open veranda of our home. After returning, my grandmother had her dinner and went to sleep early, as was the norm during winters.

She usually woke up around 4 a.m. to cook and prepare for the day. But that morning, when the rest of the family woke up around 5:30–6 a.m., they noticed something was off—no food was prepared, and Dadi was missing.

At first, they assumed she had finished cooking early and gone to the fields. But there was no sign of her there either. Panic set in. The entire village joined the search. About an hour later, they found her—asleep in a pile of mud in the rice field, far from home.

When they woke her and brought her back, she looked dazed. Slowly, she began to recall what happened.

She said that sometime past midnight, she heard someone calling her name. It was unmistakably her friend’s voice—the same friend she had visited earlier. So she got up and walked out.

Coming Soon, as a short story in the new part of the famous Odisha Folklore Horror Series - "Bhoota Gappa" by Pratiksha Misra.




*limited time story, just for tonight to give you a sneak peak on 13 horrifying fresh tales coming soon by JustUtter Writers via "Bhoota Gappa - 3"












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