The chilling wind howled outside, mirroring the storm raging within her. A few years ago, she had lost her father, a devastating blow that had left an irreparable void in her life. As the eldest child, the weight of tradition had fallen upon her young shoulders. Despite the daunting task, she had dutifully performed the somber rituals, her heart heavy with grief. The initial days had been a blur of activity, a desperate attempt to distract herself from the pain. But as the initial shock subsided, the reality of her loss settled in. She found herself consumed by an overwhelming sense of sorrow, tears streaming down her face as she yearned for her father's comforting presence. One night, as she lay awake, a strange sensation washed over her. A gentle touch, a familiar warmth, and then a soft, reassuring voice. "You can manage things," it whispered, "You are my strong child. You must look after everything carefully and make the right decisions." At firs...
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.