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

 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...

ଜଷ୍ଟଉଟରର ସର୍ବପ୍ରଥମେ ମୁକ୍ତିଲାଭ କରିଥିବା ଭୟଙ୍କର ପୁସ୍ତକ "Bhoota Gappa" ର ଲେଖକଙ୍କ ସହ ଏକ ସାକ୍ଷାତକାର | ଏହି ସାକ୍ଷାତକାର କେବଳ ପାଠକମାନଙ୍କୁ ଏହି ଭୟାନକ କାହାଣୀର ଉତ୍ପତ୍ତି ଏବଂ ପ୍ରେରଣା ବିଷୟରେ ଅଧିକ ଜଣାଇବ ନାହିଁ ବରଂ ଭିତର ପ୍ରାଣର ଭୟ ଏବଂ ନିର୍ଦ୍ଦୟତାର ଚ୍ୟାଲେଞ୍ଜ ମଧ୍ୟ ମୁଖ୍ୟ ଚରିତ୍ର "Azagka" ର କାହାଣୀକୁ ଖୋଲିବ | Available Now in both paperback and hardcover ଆପଣ "2minhorrorstories" କାହିଁକି ଲେଖିଲେ?  ମୋର ପିଲାଦିନରେ ଏକ ଅପରାହ୍ନର ରୀତିନୀତି ଭାବରେ, ମୋ ଜେଜେମା ’ଆମକୁ ପିଲାଦିନରୁ, ଯ youth ବନରୁ, ମଧ୍ୟମ ବୟସ ପର୍ଯ୍ୟନ୍ତ ଭୂତ, ଯାଦୁଗର ଏବଂ ଅଜ୍ଞାତ ଘଟଣା ବିଷୟରେ କାହାଣୀ ବର୍ଣ୍ଣନା କରୁଥିଲେ |  ସେହି କାହାଣୀଗୁଡିକ, ମୋତେ ସମାନ୍ତରାଳ ଆକାରର ଏକ କ୍ଷେତ୍ରକୁ ପ୍ରବେଶ କରିବାକୁ ସକ୍ଷମ କଲା, ଯାହାର ବାସ୍ତବତା ବାହାରେ କିଛି ଶକ୍ତି ଥିଲା | ଏହା ଏକ ଭୟର ଭାବନା ସୃଷ୍ଟି କଲା, କିନ୍ତୁ ସେହି ସମୟରେ ରୋମାଞ୍ଚକ କିଛି ଦିନ ଧରି ରହିଲା, ମୋତେ ଏକ ଦୁ vent ସାହସିକ ପ୍ରାଣରେ ପରିଣତ କଲା ଯାହା ମୋର ଉଦ୍ଦେଶ୍ୟକୁ ଭୟଭୀତ ହେବାରୁ ଠେଲି ଦେଲା ଏବଂ ଏହିପରି ମୋର ଭିତର ଭୟକୁ ଅତିକ୍ରମ କଲା | "2 ମିନି ଭୟଙ୍କର କାହାଣୀ", ମୋର ଜନ୍ମ ରାଜ୍ୟ ଓଡ଼ିଶା ତଥା ଭାରତର ବିଭିନ୍ନ ସ୍ଥାନରେ ଘଟିଥିବା ସମାନ ...

I had lost my way while returning from my friend's place in Jatani, Odisha. I took a less-maintained, muddy road, riding my bicycle. I could see an old, tall banyan tree in the distance. As I approached, I noticed a rope hanging with an empty loop, swinging vigorously as if someone had recently been using it. The tree's branches were very thick and bushy. As it was nearly sunset, the darkness was playing tricks on my eyes. I occasionally thought I saw faces in the branches, but dismissed them as illusions created by the light. Suddenly, I felt as if someone was grabbing me from behind. I couldn't see anyone, but the sensation was real. I started chanting holy mantras and quickened my pace. When I looked back, I saw someone hanging from the rope, their hair longer than usual, staring directly at me. Horrified, I lost control and started running. I saw a man covered in a dark shawl, standing and waving at me to come closer. As I approached, I realized they were just crows per...

We all went to a wedding in Gatiroutpatna, Cuttack, in the evening. While returning from the party, our two families were on separate scooters, crossing the highway. As we approached an old banyan tree in the middle of the road, the wind suddenly turned chilly. Strangely, we started hearing loud noises of glass breaking around us. My brother, who was riding the other scooter, became worried, saying he could hear glass shattering and feared it might damage our tires, leading to an accident. However, to our surprise, there was no glass anywhere to be seen. We stopped by a roadside shop to investigate, and the shopkeeper told us a chilling story. Apparently, the banyan tree is haunted by the spirit of a woman who was brutally killed by a truck nearby. The spirit creates disturbances like eerie noises and fog to scare and distract passing motorists, often causing accidents. *Inspired by a true story shared by my maternal aunt

I was 4 years old, living in Chintamaniswar, Bhubaneswar. One fine evening, we all had a ritual at the construction site of our future home. All my cousins, uncles, and aunts had come to our place. We were all playing outside when I ran straight to the nearby yard, filled with lots of mango trees and wild bushes called "amba tota" (botanical garden in Odia). We kept playing until sunset. But slowly, every kid returned except me. I had wandered into a dense fog amidst the mango trees. I was eventually found hugging a tree tightly, my hair unusually straight and my eyes rolled back. I was running a high fever and speaking incoherently. I was immediately taken home, and my dad called someone who could help expel evil spirits. They made a holy pyre called "Jhuna," whose smoke filled the room. As they spoke to the spirit within me, I suddenly spoke in a different voice, claiming to be a newlywed bride who had been attacked and raped by thugs while going to a movie with h...

The curtains were moving as the night gleamed at me. I was trying to sleep at my relative's place back in Koida, Odisha. I was working at the mines and had an early morning shift. Suddenly, at around 2 AM, I felt like I saw someone behind the curtains. The lights were switched off, but a shadow was visible due to the faint light coming from the corridor light. I got a bit startled and nervous, so I drank some water and tried to go back to sleep. A little later, I could see someone moving all over the place like a black shadow running. Then, I felt someone pushing my body out of the cot and saw a face close to me asking me to wake up. As I looked at the face, it just faded away with the darkness, but I could clearly remember its touch right on my chest. As soon as it was dawn, I woke up and fled from the place. My relatives mentioned a haunted neighborhood that resulted in some weird encounters of a shadow trying to wake up people who are fast asleep. More Stories: Kill: That Was Ju...

An interview with the author of JustUtter's first ever released horror book series named "Bhoota Gappa". This interview will not only let readers know more about, the origin and inspiration of these horror stories but also the challenges of fear and ruthlessness of the inner soul that unravels the story of the main character "Azagka".  Available Now in both paperback and hardcover Watch The Trailer Now!! Why did you write "2minhorrorstories"?   As an afternoon ritual back in my childhood days, my grandmother used to always narrate us stories about ghosts, witches, and unexplained incidents from her childhood, youth, to her middle age.    Those stories, enabled me to enter into a realm of a parallel dimension, that had some power beyond realism. It created a sense of fear, but at the same time the thrill lingered around for days, turning me into an adventurous soul that pushed my intentions beyond being scared and thus overpowering my inner ...