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

    Our adventure trip, a group of friends and I, began in a vehicle unlike any other – mine. This marvel of engineering could be both pulled and pushed, adapting to the demands of the terrain. It resembled a monstrous GMC Hummer EV Edition, boasting a staggering 1000 horsepower and a mind-boggling 11,500 lb-ft of torque. Our destination: a remote, ancient village nestled on the fringes of the Bengal border. The journey was a nightmare from the outset. The roads, mere tracks through shifting sand dunes, twisted and turned like a labyrinth as we penetrated the village. The inhabitants, diminutive and unsettling with their pointed teeth, watched our arrival with palpable hostility. Then, disaster struck. One of them, with a chilling ferocity, bit our beloved dog, Toby, inflicting a gruesome wound. Panic seized us. Dr. Dev Kumar, the village veterinarian, resided in a dilapidated cottage at the maze's end. We had to reach him. As we pressed on, the sky turned an omino...

ଆମେ ହାଲି କାଲି ଗଲିରେ ଗୋଟେ ନୂତନ ଘରକୁ ସଂଚାର କରିଥିଲୁ। ଆମ ମାଲିକ ଆମକୁ ଜଣାଇଥିଲେ ଯେ ଘରର ଗୋଟେ ନିର୍ଦ୍ଦିଷ୍ଟ କକ୍ଷକୁ ଏଢାଇବା ଆବଶ୍ୟକ। ସେହି କକ୍ଷକୁ ଆମେ ଅତିରିକ୍ତ ଖାଦ୍ୟସାମଗ୍ରୀ ଏବଂ ପୁରୁଣା ଟିକିଆ ପାଇଁ ଗୋଦାମ ଘର ଭାବରେ ବ୍ୟବହାର କରୁଥିଲୁ। ଏକ ଦିନ ବେଳକୁ, ମୁଁ ଅସୁସ୍ଥ ଅନୁଭବ କରୁଥିଲି ଏବଂ ଘରର ସେହି କକ୍ଷର ଦ୍ୱାରକୁ ତାଳା ଲଗାଇବାକୁ ଭୁଲିଯାଇଥିଲି। ଘୁମେ ଥିବାବେଳେ, ମୁଁ ଆକସ୍ମିକ ଜାଗିଗଲି ଏବଂ ଦେଖିଲି ଯେ ଗୋଟିଏ ବୃଦ୍ଧା ମୋର ଖଟିଆର ପାର୍ଶ୍ୱରେ ବସିଛନ୍ତି ଏବଂ ମୋତେ ତକି ରହିଛନ୍ତି। ମୁଁ ଭୟରେ ଜଡ଼ ହୋଇ ଶାନ୍ତ ରହିବାକୁ ଚେଷ୍ଟା କଲି। ମୋ ମନର ଭୟ ସତ୍ତେ, ମୁଁ ଆଖି ବନ୍ଦ କରି ସ୍ୱରକୁ ଦମାଇ ରଖିବାକୁ ସକ୍ଷମ ହେଲି। ମୁଁ ଏକ ତୀବ୍ର ମତଲାହାଟିର ଲହର ଅନୁଭବ କଲି ଏବଂ ଭୟରେ ମୋର ମୂତ୍ର ଛାଡ଼ିଦେଲି। ଲାଗୁଥିଲା ଯେ ଅନ୍ଧକାର ମୋର ଆତ୍ମାକୁ ମାଡ଼ି ଯାଉଛି, ଏବଂ ମୋର ଶରୀର ଅନିୟନ୍ତ୍ରିତ ଭାବେ କାପୁଥିଲା। ସଉଭାଗ୍ୟବଶତଃ, ଘଣ୍ଟି ବାଜିଗଲା, ଯାହା ମୋତେ ସେଇ ଭୟଙ୍କର ଅନୁଭବରୁ ମୁକ୍ତି ଦେଲା। ମୋର ପଡ଼ୋଶି ଆସିଥିଲେ ଚାରି ପାଇଁ ଚାହିଁବାକୁ। ସେଇ ବିଚ୍ଛେଦ କିଛି ମୁହୁର୍ତ୍ତ ପାଇଁ ସାନ୍ତ୍ବନା ଦେଇଲା, ଏବଂ ସେହି ମହିଳା ହରାଇ ଯାଇଥିଲେ। ମୁଁ ତଡ଼କାରେ ଘରୁ ବାହାରି ଗଲି ଏବଂ ପଛରୁ ଦ୍ୱାରକୁ ତାଳା ଲଗାଇଦେଲି। ସେଇ ରାତିରେ, ମୋ ସ୍ୱାମୀ ଏବଂ ମୁଁ ଏକ ଯାତ୍ରା ପାଇଁ ବାହାରିଲୁ, ଏବଂ କିଛି ଦିନ ପାଇଁ ଆମ...

 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...