It was a summer night, and I was visiting my relative's place in Bargarh. I was sleeping outside on a wooden cot, near their farmland. At midnight, I heard something and got up to find smoke coming from the neighboring house. I ran and knocked on their door, thinking they might have left something burning. When they didn't respond, I called my cousin who was sleeping indoors and informed him that if the fire spread, it might also burn their place. He gave me an odd look and told me to go back to sleep, insisting that it wasn't possible. I persisted, however, and finally convinced him to accompany me to their neighbor's place. When we arrived, the smoke had cleared, and a sleepy lady answered the door. When she heard about the smoke, she explained that her husband had recently died in a fire accident. His ashes, still in the backyard, sometimes emitted smoke because he had died from smoke inhalation. After hearing her story, I couldn't help but admire her resilience...
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.