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Horror Story
The girl, like a doll, runs ahead of the wind. She looks at the waves of the GHA Ghat River and the distant village on the other side of the river with her big eyes. She asks so many questions! And she loves to listen to ghost stories. She has only one request from her father, mother, and grandmother: to listen to ghost stories. Both of Pia's parents are teachers by profession. Pia's father loves to tell ghost stories; but Pia's grandmother has a basket of ghost stories. When the stories start coming out of that basket, Pia listens to them with fascination. Pia's annual exams are over. So she has gone to her grandfather's house for the winter vacation. Her cousins Lipi, Sumi, and Sumana have also gone. They are having a great time playing Dariyabandha, Gollachhut, Chiburi, and Panchguti. And in the evening, they go with their grandmother to see one thing. And that is whether or not a fish has landed in the pond by the pond. The pond is a haunt of ghosts. There is a big mother tree on the western side of the pond. That is the haunt of ghosts. Still, I want to close my eyes and go see their fish with a hurricane. There are so many ghosts in that mother tree. I don't know. Fish ghosts, pitha ghosts, and so many more ghosts. There are several old trees in the high house where Ranu's aunt lives on the pond. Ghosts can be seen there even during the day. There are so many ghosts' haunts around Priya R's grandfather's house that the village becomes metaphysical in the evening. Today, Priya R's grandmother will fry pit ha. Preparations are underway for that. Atta is being kneaded in a dough. Coconuts have been laid from the tree. Grandfather Mia has brought fresh sugarcane and jaggery from the market in Dariapur. Making pitha is like a big festival. In this village, no one fries fish after evening. There is a lot of trouble here with fish ghosts. Whenever someone goes to fry fish, the fish ghost's wife will take the opportunity to steal the fried fish and bring it back. That's why no one fries fish at night. Priya Rai Dadi is also very brave. Everyone says that she has contact with ghosts and their wives. They do not harm Priya Rai Dadi. However, Priya Rai Dadi does not mention their names at night. She calls them by pseudonyms. When I ask Dadi about this, she just smiles.
By Arfan Raihenabout a year ago in Horror
Under the Bed
Under the Bed It started with a whisper. I was 10 when I first heard it. A soft, raspy voice drifting from beneath my bed as I was drifting off to sleep. My room was quiet, the kind of quiet that makes your ears buzz. Then it came—low, deliberate, unmistakably human.
By Muhammad Hakimiabout a year ago in Horror
Digesting Darkness
The first time I ate someone's sorrow, it was by mistake. My aunt had died. At the funeral, my cousin wouldn't cease crying. She gripped her mother's wedding ring so tightly in her fist the knuckles went white. When she hugged me, she pressed the ring into my palm.
By MD NAZIM UDDIN about a year ago in Horror
Mouths Full of Rain: How I Accidentally Started a Frog Cult
I didn't mean to create a frog cult. It started with just one. His name was Cletus, named after a guy my dad used to buy pills from. Seemed fitting—sleazy and stubborn, like something that'd survive the apocalypse by digging itself into a crawlspace and scraping mold off copper pipes with its tongue.
By MD NAZIM UDDIN about a year ago in Horror
