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Real-Life Jinn Encounters
The first incident was sent to us by Nafiz Hasan Khokon. His home is in the village of Khalisakundi, Daulatpur Thana, Kushtia District. The next incident was sent to us by someone whose several stories we have already broadcast. Her name is Sumaiya Jahan Sumi, and her home is in Krishnakathi village, Bakerganj Thana, Barisal District. So, the first incident is from Khokon, and he took his HSC (Higher Secondary Certificate) exam in 2024. Let's get to the main story. The incident happened to one of his aunts. His maternal grandfathers are three brothers, and all three are currently alive. The incident happened to the youngest daughter of his middle maternal grandfather, meaning one of his aunts. The time frame of the incident is the late 1990s, sometime after 1998. In 1998, vast areas of the country were affected by a devastating flood. Their area was not outside of the areas that were flooded. The surrounding areas, specifically the market in their area, which is the Khalisakundi market, had an iron bridge. People from the surrounding areas used that iron bridge to travel. That bridge was also affected by the flood and was submerged. With the bridge being submerged, you can imagine how much water there was. Khokon wasn't even born yet at that time. His birth year is later. The incident happened sometime between 1998 and 2000. He heard the story from his mother. His aunt's name is Tanjila. At the time of the incident, Tanjila Aunt was 17 years old. Tanjila Aunt has an older sister, but we are not mentioning her name for obvious reasons.
By Lily2 years ago in Horror
The Reflection.. AI-Generated.
Jason never liked the mirror in his grandmother’s house. It stood in the upstairs hallway, an ornate, floor-length monstrosity with a golden frame that twisted like creeping vines. The glass always seemed too clear, like a pool of still water before a storm. It had been there for as long as he could remember, an unblinking eye in the otherwise warm house.
By Alex Ariya2 years ago in Horror
Losing Myself in the Dark: How I Found My Way Back
A soul lost in the dark—when you hear this, it feels like someone is stuck in a deep darkness, pathless, hopeless. But the funny thing is, in this darkness, we often lose the people closest to us. That happened to me once.
By Md Motiur Rahman2 years ago in Horror
The Passenger. AI-Generated.
Daniel hated driving at night, but the storm had left him no choice. The rain hammered against his windshield, the wipers struggling against the relentless downpour. The empty highway stretched ahead, shrouded in darkness, the occasional pair of headlights flashing past, momentary ghosts in the storm.
By Alex Ariya2 years ago in Horror
Whispers of the Cursed Palace
I never imagined that one day I would stand in front of the cursed palace. Since childhood, I had heard stories about this place—people said that once you enter, you never return. Was it just a rumor, or was there truly a curse hidden within? My curiosity had lingered for years.
By Md Motiur Rahman2 years ago in Horror
In addition to being a romantic comedy, "The Threesome" is also a horror film about not using birth control.
The Threesome is a romantic comedy and horror film about not using birth control. Romantic comedies are meant to be entertaining.
By Sohel Tanvir2 years ago in Horror
The Ghosts of Fengman Dam: A Village Trapped Between History and Horror
The Ghostly Legacy of Dead Fengman Village, China Dead Fengman Village, situated on the banks of the Songhua River in Jilin Province, is shrouded in somber history and ghostly legend, and so is China's most haunted site. Its history is tied to the construction of the Fengman Dam, a venture that was plagued by difficulty and disaster under Japanese occupation, which left a legacy of haunted specters and unexplained phenomena.
By Kyrol Mojikal2 years ago in Horror
The Silent Echo of Uncle Rambanda
Andonawa A true story As soon as I got home from work, I heard that Uncle Rambanda had fallen from a tree while he was mowing the lawn in the evening. Somehow, no one had seen him for hours. Since Uncle was late, my aunt had gone to look for him. Then she saw Uncle Rambanda lying at the base of the Kitul tree. When she looked closer, her head had split in two. He had hit his head on the rock at the base of the tree.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Horror
The Madness. Top Story - March 2025.
I nestled deeper into the bed, pleading for sleep to overcome me. It was the same thing every single night. Nothing ever changed. I wrapped my comforter tighter around me willing the plush softness to lull me into a false sense of security. But slumber, as always, eluded me.
By Natassia Lawrence2 years ago in Horror
Whispers Behind the Door
The dim glow of the evening light seeped through the curtains, casting eerie shadows along the walls. The house was quiet, except for the faint creaking of the wooden floor beneath their feet. “Is she behind the door? Isn’t she?” the daughter asked, her voice trembling. Her mother, sitting beside her, shook her head. “No, Mom, she isn’t behind the door. It was just your imagination. Please, come back to reality.” But the grandmother wasn’t convinced. Her old, wrinkled hands clutched the edge of her chair, her eyes fixed on the slightly ajar door. Didn’t lie,” the daughter whispered, barely audible. “Focus on the door. Look at it carefully-someone is behind it.” The room fell silent. Even the air felt heavier, pressing down on them. The grandmother hesitated, her gaze flickering between her daughter and the door. “Who, Mom? Don’t see anything,” she finally murmured. And then- The door slammed shut. A sharp gasp escaped both women as their hearts pounded in their chests. The grandmother gripped her daughter’s hand tightly, her nails digging into her skin. From behind the door came a sound-a giggle. A child’s laughter, high-pitched and unsettling. Slowly, the door creaked open again, revealing a small figure standing in the shadows. A little girl. She wore a tattered white dress, her Iong, unkempt hair cascading down her pale face. Her lips curled into a wide, unnatural smile as she tilted her head. The grandmother’s eyes widened in horror. “N. this can’t be.” The child stepped forward, her bare feet making no sound against the cold floor. Her empty eyes locked onto them, filled with something neither of them could understand. Malice? Sadness? The daughter felt her breath hitch in her throat as the little girl finally spoke. “Are you happy, Mom?” The words echoed in the silence, chilling them to their bones. The grandmother clutched her chest, her face draining of all color. This wasn’t just any child. This was her grandchild. But she had died years ago. The air turned frigid, the candlelight flickering violently as if struggling to stay alive. The child took another step forward, her laughter growing louder, filling every inch of the room. The grandmother wanted to run. She wanted to scream. But she couldn’t. Because deep down, she knew- The ghost of her grandchild had finally come home.
By Amal Antony2 years ago in Horror
The Goodbye Message. AI-Generated.
Detective Neil Carter parked outside the small suburban house, the November air crisp against his skin. The missing person report had come in that morning—Lisa Graves, 32 years old, last seen leaving her home the night before.
By Alex Ariya2 years ago in Horror
The Headless Demon of Kalindi
The story I'm about to share with you was sent to us by someone named Mahim. His home is in Kalindi Union, Keraniganj Upazila, Dhaka District. The incident happened to his uncle, and it is believed to have occurred around 1992. So, it's necessary to describe their area. Their village has two roads on the east and west sides, with their village in between. A road runs through the middle of the village, and further ahead, it merges with the two roads on the east and west. Mahim's maternal grandmother's house is located halfway along that road. Basically, their maternal and paternal grandparents' houses are in the same village. Anyway, the grandmother's house was surrounded by trees and plants, and there was a pond in the middle. On the way to the grandmother's house is his aunt's house, and his aunt's father-in-law was a folk doctor. People called him Nimai.
By Lily2 years ago in Horror