On a frigid winter night, a woman sat alone on the desolate platform, the skeletal frame of the station stark against the inky sky. She lit a cigarette, the flare briefly illuminating the hollows of her face. The biting wind whipped around her, yet beneath her grandmother's shawl, a deceptive sense of calm settled. Then, through the grimy glass of the platform doors, a figure emerged. A familiar silhouette. A ghost from her past. A man she had once loved with a desperate, all-consuming passion. Now, his presence ignited a chilling dread, the unwelcome echo of a love she thought long buried. Her pulse quickened, a frantic drumbeat against her ribs. For a fleeting, panicked moment, she fumbled in her bag for a comb and mirror, a futile attempt to compose herself before the inevitable confrontation. But the man walked past, his gaze never landing on her. He stopped before another woman – a stranger, utterly unlike her – and kissed her. The kiss was deep, possessive, a brutal display o...
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.