JustUtter 2Min Horror Stories: A Book Series "Bhoota Gappa"

    One fine afternoon, as I was walking past the library at my grandfather’s place in Cuttack, Buxibazar, I heard a door knob screeching sound from the top floor. The staircases led to the terrace, a place I had never ventured before. At first, I heard a noise as if someone ahead of me was going up the stairs, trying to open the terrace door. As I headed up the stairs, the dark and eerie corner of the building, rarely visited by anyone, filled me with a sense of unease. When I finally reached the top, I found the terrace locked up. I wondered where the sound had come from. As I looked down, I caught a faint glimpse of an old man with a walking stick walking adjacent to the library. There was no other old man in the housing complex except my grandfather, and I had never seen him walking by this side of the room at this hour, let alone at such speed. Startled by the sight, I hurried downstairs, only to find a few pigeons scattered across the library floor. As I looked up, I saw...

It was a bitterly cold night at Koraput station, where I used to work as an electrical engineer. During night shifts, we were tasked with checking the tracks to ensure uninterrupted power flow. My staff and I had monitoring hours throughout the night, especially during peak periods. If an issue arose, one of us would go to the track to simulate the defect while the other monitored power flow in the control room. One such night, I went to check the tracks. In the distance, I saw a grayish-white cat licking something on the tracks. As I approached, I was horrified to discover a severed human hand, covered in blood, lying on the tracks. Alarmed, I ran towards the control room, flashlight in hand. As I glanced back, I saw a man waving at me with a single hand from the same spot. I stumbled and nearly fell onto the tracks, narrowly avoiding a fatal accident. Thankfully, my colleague, concerned by my absence of signal, came to check on me and pulled me to safety. He gave me water and asked a...

I was returning from the farmers' market when the usual road was blocked for construction. I used to live in Mayurbhanj, working for the iron ore plant at the time. This road was unfamiliar and unusually dark. Suddenly, I felt a shiver run through my spine as if someone had moved very close to me while I was riding my bicycle. I could see two figures at the end of the road. They seemed to be holding hands or standing very close to each other, and they were quite tall. As I approached, I realized it was just a tall tree with dangling branches. Relieved, I was about to continue when I noticed a strand of long, hairy bush that didn't look like leaves. As I tried to shine my torch on the tree, I felt a presence very close to me, singing a strange song in an old woman's voice. Distracted, I looked up to see a tall woman standing right next to the tree, with giant, owl-like eyes and a toothless smile. I felt a surge of fear, as if my heart had frozen, and someone was choking me. ...

I had moved to an upscale locality in this industrial town in Odisha when I was around 14 years of age. Having moved from a modest neighborhood in the same city, where I spent my entire childhood, I found initial struggle in adjusting to the new location and friend circle. During this transition phase, I met many friends for life who made this transition easy for me, once such a friend was Monty bhaiya (Bhaiya - means brother, typically addressed out of respect to anyone senior to you). These friends taught me that people are all the same, no matter the location. Monty bhaiya was in college at that time and was one of the rowdy ones. He was very helpful in nature and, while some hated him, he was liked by many. We all used to play cricket together and used to travel to nearby fields together for cricket matches over the years. We had formed a very strong camaraderie. I remember, he used to always greet me, "Hey Junior, kaan chalichi?" (Hey Junior, How are you?).   We were i...

It all started with "2minhorrorstories" on Aug 28th, through JustUtter's Facebook and Insta feed. I started to write the "Shadow", then "Kill", by the time I published "Room: The Lucky Escape", people had started to storm into my page, excited to talk about my next story. There were readers, pinging me asking for the next story, there were readers emailing me their own experiences. I had never thought, that horror stories, will be making me go closer to so many users in the span of just 3 months.(PFA) With my book series - "Bhoota Gappa", I bring you to a story of a woman who fights her inner demons, to become what she finally resonates with. It's a speculative fictional story, of an orphan named "Azagka" and her six siblings, living with an older couple, in a place called "Shikaar Nagar", it's a place were dark can reign for longer if not mitigated immediately. She and her six siblings coming from dispar...

               We had recently moved to a new house in Kali Gali. Our landlord had advised us to avoid one particular room, which we used as a storage room for extra groceries and old furniture. One afternoon, feeling unwell, I forgot to lock the room's door. While napping, I awoke to the shocking sight of an old woman sitting at the edge of my cot, staring at me. I remained motionless, trying to stay calm. Despite my fear, I managed to close my eyes and suppress a scream. I felt a wave of nausea and peed myself. It was as if darkness was penetrating my soul, and my body was trembling uncontrollably. Luckily, the doorbell rang, saving me from the terrifying encounter. My neighbor had come to ask for sugar. Distraction provided a brief respite as the woman vanished. I rushed out of the room and locked the door behind me. That night, my husband and I left for a tour, leaving our helper in charge for a few days. Unfortunately, I had forgotten to ment...

    As children, my cousins and I would spend our summers at my grandparents' house in Bhitarkanika, Odisha. One afternoon, we were playing hide-and-seek in the nearby mangrove forests. I was always the first to be found, so I decided to find a better hiding spot. I ventured deeper into the forest, climbing a large tree with thick branches. From my perch, I noticed a slightly older girl sitting in the highest branches, dangling her feet. Her silver anklets jingled as she swayed back and forth. Suddenly, I felt a tug on my ponytail. "Who's there?" I asked, turning to see the girl. She was wearing a green frock and had silver anklets. She giggled and introduced herself, offering to show me a better hiding spot. As we walked through the forest, I noticed that my cousins were nowhere to be found. It was getting late, and it was her turn to hide. Suddenly, I saw one of her anklets lying near a disturbing sight: a skeleton surrounded by bones, dried blood, and clumps of hai...