It was a quiet evening, and the highway leading home was cloaked in an unsettling stillness. The road, lined with dense shadows from overhanging trees, stretched endlessly into the gloom of Bhubaneswar’s outskirts. Riding my bicycle with a bunch of bananas securely tied to the back seat, I couldn't shake the sensation that the silence wasn’t natural—it pressed down on me like a heavy blanket. I pedaled faster, eager to leave the oppressive quiet behind. But without warning, the banana bunch tumbled onto the street with a dull, fleshy thud. Annoyed, I stopped to secure it again. The knot was tight; there was no reason for it to have fallen. I chalked it up to chance and resumed my ride, though a faint prickle of unease crept up my spine. Not long after, the bananas fell again. This time, I felt a chill ripple through me, sharper than the evening breeze. It wasn’t the bananas that unsettled me, but the sensation that something unseen was tugging at them—a deliberate, malevol...
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.