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

I went to Duduka, in the Balangir district, that summer with my grandmother to attend a wedding. The village streets felt alive, filled with the loud rhythm of drums and people dancing throughout the day. It was a typical village wedding—crowded, noisy, and full of conversations and laughter that seemed to flow endlessly without reason. I was playing with my cousins when a woman entered the house. At first, nothing about her seemed unusual. But then, she lifted a heavy bucket of water with surprising ease. The way she walked began to change—firm, almost like a man’s stride—and her voice shifted into a strange, unfamiliar accent. Soon, she started giggling uncontrollably, clapping her hands, and asking for money in a tone that didn’t feel like her own. The women of the household quickly intervened and took her inside. Later, I learned that her facial expressions had completely changed, and her voice had deepened into that of a man. A guniya was called, who performed rituals to free her ...