The storm raged, a relentless battering against the cheap motel that held me captive. My early flight loomed, a cruel promise of dawn I desperately needed the tempest to fulfill. Only then could I stomach the prospect of the greasy spoon down the highway. A sharp rap at my door shattered the tense silence. I flung it open, but the hallway remained empty, swallowed by the storm’s roar. Then, another knock, this time at the window. The rain lashed against the glass, a distorted lens obscuring the source. Through the watery veil, I discerned something pale and thin – a finger, perhaps, pressed against the pane, the rest of the figure a blurred, indistinct mass. Abruptly, the rain ceased, leaving a suffocating stillness in its wake. Driven by a morbid curiosity, I threw on my raincoat and ventured into the hallway. There, crimson droplets marred the faded carpet, a gruesome trail as if some limb had been severed by a brutal, clean cut. I saw the front desk clerk, her face conto...
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.