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

I grew up in a joint family in a village in southern India called Kovvur. My father and his four brothers all lived under the same roof, along with their parents and grandparents. Each of them was married and had their own children, except for my father’s youngest brother—my uncle—who worked as an independent contractor. My uncle had a habit of drinking heavily. He was an alcoholic, and despite my grandfather’s and mother’s constant efforts to make him quit, he found it extremely difficult to control himself. He worked hard during the day at construction sites and would return home in the evening, tired and withdrawn. Every night, he would sit in the courtyard outside his room with a glass of whiskey, listening to his favorite singer, Kishore Kumar. The air around him would grow heavy with a strange melancholy, as his music echoed through the house until he eventually went to sleep. Then came the day when he fell seriously ill. His condition worsened quickly, and he began c...