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, on...
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.