You remember that iconic moment in the cult classic Aradhana, where a man falls in love with a woman he glimpses on a train? Something similar happened to me — only far more chilling. It was in 2008, just before I boarded the Howrah-Alleppey Express. I stood on the platform, sipping a lukewarm cup of tea, when I saw her — a woman with eyes so hauntingly beautiful they seemed almost unreal. She wore a white saree with pink floral prints, her hair loosely braided, a few strands dancing across her face in the breeze. She didn’t look at me, but I felt something — a pull, like I had seen her in my dreams before. An overwhelming urge made me rush to board the train and find her. But once inside, she was gone. Nowhere to be seen in any compartment. That night, I ordered a veg biryani from the pantry and waited by the door of the train at the next station, hoping for another glimpse. The wind had grown colder, unnaturally so. As I stepped back in with a fresh cup of tea, a pale white figure ap...
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.