The rain was relentless the day they moved back. Arjun had vowed never to return to the old house on Dey Lane—a crumbling two-story with ivy choking its stone walls, and windows that creaked even without the wind. But life had turned, and with a toddler in tow, fleeing city chaos, the family needed refuge. Two-year-old Veer took to the place oddly fast. By the second night, he was giggling in corners. “Baba, Nandini Mausi plays hide and seek!” Arjun froze. Nandini. A name buried like glass in memory—his childhood friend, the girl with short brown hair and muddy feet, who vanished the night of the village fair. A night soaked in panic, sirens, and whispered prayers. He was thirteen. No one ever found her. "The Paperboat Girl" A boy played in silence, where laughter once echoed. She taught him to fold dreams— paperboats, afloat on muddy puddles. Water slipped through the cracks, just like her promises. He waited. One boat. Two. Until the puddles dried. She never cam...
This site comprises of "2minhorrorstories", true experiences of horror, supernatural, dark magic experienced by individuals like you and me, in and around rural areas. Short Stories narrated by your grandparents, your parents, your uncle, your distant cousin, your hostel warden, your building's security guard, your childhood friends, while standing in the parking lot, while covered in warm quilt during a cold winter night, or while drinking warm tea standing in the corner of the market street.