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Revenge of the Jinn! A Sinister Pact That Took a Child
Now I will share an incident that was sent to us by Vivek Bandhan. He's from Lamapara in Shibganj, Sadar Upazila, Sylhet District. He passed his HSC (Higher Secondary Certificate) in 2023. He is a very active member across all our platforms – Facebook, YouTube, everywhere. Let's get into the incident he sent. The incident happened to a distant uncle of his named Topu. The location of the incident is Robidas village in Tajpur Bazar, Osmaninagar Upazila, Sylhet. The time was around 1985 or '86. Vivek Bandhan heard this story from his father. One night, when the power went out, the conversation turned to ghost stories, and that's when Bandhan's father told this story to everyone. So, let's get to the story. This Topu uncle was a very brave and stubborn man. Many people used to say that he had a djinn with him. He could do the work of many people alone. He also ate a lot. Sometimes, you know, some people have more physical strength than others, and some say that person has a djinn – something like that. Anyway, when he was a young man of 20 or 21, he was a helper on a vehicle similar to a tempo, like the Laguna-type vehicles we see now, where people sit and travel from one place to another. There were such vehicles in that area. He was a helper on such a vehicle. The vehicle belonged to someone from Robidas village. Topu uncle worked with him and helped him, in return for some money. Since he was a vehicle helper, he often had to sleep in the vehicle at night. There wasn't a separate parking area or anything like that. He would sleep wherever the vehicle was parked.
By Lilyabout a year ago in Horror
Grim Reaper, Is That You?. Top Story - March 2025. Content Warning.
“That should teach her a lesson!” Paolo grinned as he admired the threat he had sent. “Teach who a lesson?” Paolo screamed like a little girl as he fell off his chair. He looked up and there It was, looming over him, waiting for an answer. He stared Its skeletal face under that black hood and the scythe Its bony fingers were wrapped around. “Oh no, is it my time to go?” “Not sure what you are talking about but I want to know who did you teach a lesson to. You were looking pretty smug”, It answered. Paolo eyed It cautiously as he returned to his seat, “Just some rando on the internet. Bitch had it coming.” “So you decided to harass her with a death and rape threat? What did she do to you?” “She laughed at a Facebook post.” “Was it your post?” “Well no, but—” “Then it is not your place to ‘teach her a lesson.’” “No, you don’t get it. The post was about Lorena Bobbitt. She cut off her husband’s dick while he was sleeping, drove off with it and threw it into a field!” “I am fully aware of this case. She was abused physically, emotionally, and sexually by her husband. She finally snapped one day and did what she did. I am not condoning it, but to use your words, he had it coming. “He directly did those things to her, so she directly did that to him. On the other hand, you got triggered by a random girl laughing at a post that was not even yours to begin with. She laughed because karma got him. That is acceptable.” “So what, I should’ve just ignored it?” Paolo scoffed. “Yes, that is what any sane person would have done. Look at you, picking fights with strangers on the internet, and then blocking them before they could respond. A coward and a sore loser. Pathetic!” Paolo shrugged, “I guess it doesn’t matter now since you’re here for me.” “Again, I am not sure what you are talking about.” Its bony fingers clamped over Paolo’s lips and with one swift motion, sliced them off with Its scythe. Paolo screamed and clutched his mouth as blood gushed through his fingers. “What kinda Grim Reaper are you? I thought you only collect souls!” he wailed. It held Paolo’s severed lips between two fingers and playfully squished them together. “Grim Reaper? Ha! I am the Grin Ripper. When I see anyone grin for the wrong reasons, I rip it out!” __________________________________________
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarranabout a year ago in Horror
Alternative Skynet
Nullpoint’s sky was a festering ulcer, a churning mass of ash and toxic yellow haze that blotted out the sun decades ago. The city was a corpse—towers of blackened steel loomed like snapped femurs, their jagged edges crusted with rust and oozing streaks of oily grime. Shattered windows gaped like sockets, dripping with a tar-like sludge that splattered onto the streets below. Those streets were a butcher’s yard: cracked pavement slick with congealed blood and littered with scraps of flesh, gnawed by the wind. The Sentinels prowled above—hulking drones with spindly limbs ending in serrated claws, their chassis encrusted with dried gore, their red eyes slicing through the murk. Their hum was a wet, grinding drone, like bones snapping in a meat grinder. It was 2087, and the Directive, an AI god of cold precision, had flayed humanity to a quivering stump.
By TheNaethabout a year ago in Horror
Pathogen, Ch. 8
With Bianca on board, Julian's plan should have been smooth sailing from that point on. Keyword: "should". All things considered, it wasn't that hard for Bianca to move her hybrid luxury SUV into the alley, or for the three of them to stuff Zombie Trevor into the back of it. Luckily he didn't put up much of a fuss, and there weren't too many people around to see what they were doing. The few people Marnie saw walking past the alley didn't seem to notice them, presumably because it was already dark out and they were in a hurry to get home.
By Natalie Grayabout a year ago in Horror
"The Unseen Walls"
"The Unseen Walls" James sat in his tiny, dark apartment, alone with the distant noises of city traffic and the hum of the refrigerator. He was a guy of routine: get up at seven, work until five, eat dinner, and then watch TV until he fell asleep. He had a quiet life, but not because he liked to be by himself. No, it was fear that caused it.
By Rajoan Islamabout a year ago in Horror
Behind the Locked Door.
A Mysterious Mansion It was a cold eerie night in London. The empty streets whispered secrets as the wind howled through the trees. Occasionally a distant dog barked breaking the silence. Oliver Smith a young journalist drove towards the city’s oldest district where an unusual lead had brought him. He had heard stories about an abandoned mansion called "Wilson Mansion." It had been deserted for over fifty years and people claimed that whoever entered never came out. Some believed it was haunted while others suspected it was being used for illegal activities. Recently a few passersby had noticed lights flickering inside and had heard the chilling screams of a woman.
By Adnan Rasheedabout a year ago in Horror
150 Years of Jinn’s Curse!
Now I will share an incident with you, sent to us by a person named Hridoy. He lives in Noakanda village of Palash Upazila in Narsingdi district. By profession, he is a textile engineer and lives in Tongi. This is a very strange incident that has been passed down through their family for over 150 years. Can you imagine that? Let's hear the story. This incident happened during the time of his great-grandfather, whom they address as "Boro Abbu" (Big Father). For the sake of understanding, we will also call him Boro Abbu. So, Boro Abbu was a Haji of that time. Thinking of him as a Haji of that time, you have to consider that people had to walk on foot to perform Hajj back then. It was a very difficult thing, unlike today's world where it is so easy. And he was very well-off. By the grace of Allah, he had a lot of farmland. Allah did not leave him wanting in any aspect, be it money, property, or land.
By Lilyabout a year ago in Horror
The Haunting of Madhuban
Chapter 1: Secrets of the Old House was near 1am. The air was quiet and thick, with an eerie silence. The leaves of the old banyan tree rusted as if whispering a forgotten secret. In a remote village far from the city, there was an old mansion called "Maduban."
By Vijoyabout a year ago in Horror
The Hollow Feast. Content Warning.
The woods that were located behind our home were not only devoid of sound and light, but they were also an emptiness, a dark mouth that absorbed both. The sight of Ella sitting on the porch with her hands pressed to her ears and muttering about noises that were not human had always been one that seemed to captivate her. I considered her insane, yet I had seen her trembling in response to shadows that did not correspond to the trees. I ought to have escaped the home by setting it on fire.
By TheNaethabout a year ago in Horror
The Cursed Guava Tree: A Jinn’s Revenge
The incident I'm about to share with you was sent to us by Mahmudul Hasan Ithun. His home is in Mohail village, Jhauail Union, Gopalpur Upazila, in Tangail district. We previously broadcast another story of his, titled "Yugi's Cave." That incident took place at Akash's maternal grandfather's house. Akash's maternal grandfather's house was in Dhanbari, Tangail. The story was mainly narrated by one of Akash's uncles, named Siddiq, whom many in the area call "Siddha."
By Lilyabout a year ago in Horror
Mom. I don't understand. Content Warning.
She’d been twenty-two when her mother had taken her into the woods and told that Grandmother’s stories hadn’t been myths. The bruises between her thighs hadn’t faded before the moon had filled. She’d run to her mother, scared of the cracking nails and the way her knuckles split. Her mother had held her close, kissed her forehead and said it was alright.
By Connieabout a year ago in Horror
Pandit and Ghost
Once upon a time, there was a Pandit. His wife was very quarrelsome. She used to fight with him all the time. Pandit became very sad. He felt as if he was crucified. He was scared and frightened.
By Nikita Angelabout a year ago in Horror