Writer Mohak

  I had heard the stories about the old abandoned house on the edge of town. People said it was haunted, that strange things happened there. But I never believed in ghosts or spirits, so I decided to investigate. As a local police officer, I figured it was my duty to check it out, make sure no one was squatting or vandalizing the property. I drove up to the house, parked my car, and walked up to the door. The house was old, dilapidated, and had clearly been vacant for years. But as soon as I stepped inside, I felt a chill run down my spine. The air was cold, and I could hear whispers and murmurs coming from the shadows. I called out, identifying myself as a police officer, but there was no response. I moved further into the house, my flashlight scanning the dark corners and rooms. That's when I saw her. A young girl, no more than 10 years old, standing in the corner of the room. She was wearing a dress from the 1950s, her hair in pigtails, and her face was pale, almost translucent....

  I always loved my grandfather's clock. It stood tall in the corner of his living room, ticking away the hours with a comforting rhythm. But one day, it started speaking to me, and that's when things started to get strange. I was sitting in the living room, admiring the clock when I heard it. A soft voice, almost a whisper, coming from the direction of the clock. I froze, not sure if I had heard it correctly. "Hello," the voice said again. "Do you hear me?" I rubbed my eyes, thinking I must be dreaming, but the voice was still there. It was coming from the clock. "Who are you?" I asked, feeling foolish for talking to an object. "I am the spirit that inhabits this clock," the voice replied. "And I have a warning for you." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. A spirit in the clock? It had to be a prank or a joke, but the voice was so real, so clear. "What warning?" I asked, feeling a chill run down my spine. ...

  I live in a small town on the outskirts of Mumbai, where not much happens. But last night, something strange happened. All the cats in our town vanished in the middle of the night. At first, we thought they might have run away, but then we started finding strange clues. It started with the bloodstains. We found them on the sidewalks and the walls, like something had been dragged through the town. Then we found the teeth. Big, sharp teeth, almost the size of my palm. They were scattered all over the place, embedded in trees and the walls of buildings. But the scariest sight was when we found them smashed into the door of a car. The door was dented, and the teeth were embedded in it, like something had bitten through it. No one knew what to make of it. Our small town had never seen anything like this before. The police were called, but they were as clueless as the rest of us. They tried to say it was some wild animal, but we knew better. I didn't feel safe anymore. My own cat was m...

 I never thought much about my reflection in the mirror. It was just a mundane part of my daily routine, brushing my teeth and hair, getting ready for work. But now, I can't look in the mirror without feeling a shiver run down my spine. It started a few weeks ago. I noticed something strange in the mirror, a faint image of a person behind me. It was almost like a shadow, but it moved when I moved. I thought it was just a trick of the light, but it kept happening. I tried to ignore it, but then I started hearing things. Strange whispers, like someone was speaking directly into my ear. I would turn around, but there was never anyone there. Then, things started getting more intense. The shadowy figure in the mirror became more defined, and it was starting to resemble me. But not exactly me, more like a distorted version of myself. One night, I woke up to find my bedroom mirror shattered on the floor. I could see the distorted reflection staring up at me from the shards. It felt like i...

  I always knew there was something off about my teacher. She had a way of staring at us, like she was trying to peer into our souls. Her eyes were cold, and her smile never reached them. But I never would have guessed the truth. My teacher is a monster. It started with small things. She would make us stay after school for hours, punishing us for minor mistakes. But then it got worse. She would grab us by the arm, leaving bruises, and tell us that we were worthless. That we would never be anything in life. One day, I saw something that I couldn't explain. I was walking past her classroom when I heard a strange noise. I peeked through the window and saw her standing over a student, her eyes glowing with a strange light. The student was shaking, and I could hear his bones snapping. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I ran to the principal's office, but when we got back to the classroom, everything was normal. The student was fine, and my teacher was teaching as if nothing ...

  I don't know how it happened, but I'm not the same person I used to be. I'm inhabited by a ghost that controls me and makes me do crazy things. It started a few months ago when I visited an abandoned house in my hometown. I didn't believe in ghosts, so I thought it would be a fun adventure. But something happened there, something I can't explain. I felt a cold breeze on my neck, and I turned around to see a shadowy figure. I didn't see its face, but I knew it wasn't human. It was like it crawled inside me, taking over my body and mind. At first, it was little things. I would wake up in the middle of the night, standing in front of a mirror, talking to someone who wasn't there. I would have bruises on my arms and legs, and I couldn't remember how I got them. But it's gotten worse. I've been doing things I never thought I was capable of, things that terrify me. I've hurt people, and I don't know why. I've lost control of myself, a...

I don't know what's happening to me. It started a few weeks ago, and it's getting worse every day. I feel like I'm slowly becoming a monster. At first, it was just little things. I would wake up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, and my body would ache all over. I would see things out of the corner of my eye, shadows that weren't there before. But now, it's different. I can feel something inside me, something dark and powerful, trying to break free. I can't control it, and it scares me. It's like there's a war going on inside my body, and I'm losing. I went to see a doctor, but he couldn't find anything wrong with me. He said it was probably just stress, but I know it's something more. I can feel it. Last night, I woke up to find my hands covered in blood. I don't remember doing anything, but I must have hurt someone. I'm scared to leave my house, scared of what I might do. I reached out to my grandmother, hoping she m...

I never believed in the supernatural until I moved to this small village in India. The locals always talked about the Kinnara, a mythical creature with the body of a horse and the head of a human. They say the Kinnara is a vengeful spirit that preys on those who disrespect nature. I thought it was all nonsense until I saw it with my own eyes. It was a dark and stormy night, and I was walking home from a friend's house. I heard a strange sound, like the sound of hooves hitting the ground. I turned around to see a shadowy figure in the distance. It was the Kinnara. I tried to run, but my legs felt heavy as if I was running through quicksand. I heard the Kinnara's voice, a guttural sound that made my blood run cold. "Why are you here?" the Kinnara asked. "Why do you disrespect nature?" "I don't disrespect nature," I replied, trying to sound brave. "I'm just passing through." The Kinnara didn't seem convinced. It approached me, an...

 I was always fascinated by the old mansion on the outskirts of town. It was said to be haunted by an Asura, a demon of immense power and fury. Despite the warnings of the locals, I decided to explore the mansion one night. As I entered the mansion, I felt a cold chill run down my spine. It was dark, and the air was thick with an eerie silence. Suddenly, I heard a voice. "Who are you?" the voice asked. It was deep and menacing, like the rumble of thunder. "I'm just a traveler," I said, trying to sound confident. "You shouldn't be here," the voice said. "This place is cursed." Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of me. It was tall and imposing, with skin as black as night and eyes that glowed red in the darkness. It was an Asura, the demon of the mansion. I tried to run, but the demon was too fast. It caught up to me in seconds and began to attack. I felt its claws tearing at my flesh, and its breath was hot on my neck. I screamed for hel...

I was traveling through a remote village in India when I first heard the legend of the Rakshasa. According to the locals, it was a demon that haunted the nearby forest, preying on unsuspecting travelers. Being a curious person, I decided to investigate. I wandered into the forest, ignoring the warnings of the villagers. It wasn't long before I realized my mistake. As I walked deeper into the forest, I heard strange noises coming from all around me. The leaves rustled in the wind, and I could hear footsteps following me. I turned around, but there was no one there. Suddenly, I heard a growling sound. It was low and menacing, like an animal about to pounce. I turned around and saw a creature standing in front of me. It was covered in fur, with sharp claws and teeth, and its eyes glowed red in the darkness. I knew then that this was the Rakshasa. I tried to run, but it was too fast. It caught up to me in seconds, and I felt its claws digging into my skin. I screamed for help, but no o...

  I always knew there was something off about the old mansion. My friends dared me to go in and spend the night, and I foolishly accepted. I soon realized it was a mistake. As I lay there, trying to fall asleep, I heard footsteps in the hallway. "Who's there?" I called out, but no one answered. I got up and walked to the door, but it was locked from the outside. "Hey, let me out!" I shouted, but my voice echoed off the walls. Suddenly, I heard someone whisper my name. I turned around, and there she was. A woman, dressed in white, with long black hair covering her face. "Who are you?" I asked, my voice trembling. "I am Preta," she said. "I died in this house, and now I haunt it. You're not leaving until you've paid for your sins." "What sins?" I asked, confused. "You know what you've done," she said, her voice getting louder. "You stole from your employer, and now you must pay the price." I r...

  I had just moved into my new apartment in the city and was excited to explore the neighborhood. As I walked down the street, I noticed a small temple tucked away in a corner. It looked abandoned, with overgrown bushes and broken steps leading up to the entrance. I was intrigued and decided to take a closer look. As I climbed the steps, I heard a faint whispering sound, like someone was chanting in a foreign language. I pushed open the creaky door and stepped inside. The temple was dark, but I could see a small idol in the center, surrounded by candles and offerings. As I got closer, I noticed that the idol was of a yakshini, a supernatural female being from Indian folklore. I felt a strange energy in the air, as if the temple was alive with unseen forces. Suddenly, I heard a voice behind me, whispering my name. I turned around, but there was no one there. "Who's there?" I called out, but there was no response. I started to feel uneasy and decided to leave, but as I turn...

  I was walking home from my night shift when I saw a figure standing under the streetlight, a few feet away from me. As I got closer, I realized it was a clown, dressed in a colorful costume with white face paint and a big red nose. I was immediately creeped out, but the clown just stood there, staring at me with his painted-on smile. "Hello there," he said in a voice that sounded too high-pitched to be natural. I tried to ignore him and keep walking, but he followed me, his oversized shoes making a squeaking sound on the pavement. "Hey, don't be afraid. I just want to show you something," he said, holding out a balloon. I hesitated, unsure of what to do. The clown seemed harmless enough, but something about him made my skin crawl. "I don't want anything from you. Just leave me alone," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. The clown's smile faded for a moment, and I thought he was going to walk away. But then, he reached into his pocket and ...

 I was visiting my cousin in a remote village in the Indian countryside. I was fascinated by the local stories of supernatural creatures that roamed the area, especially the tales of naagins, or serpent women. One night, my cousin and I were sitting around a bonfire with a few locals, listening to their stories. Suddenly, we heard a strange hissing sound coming from the bushes. The locals immediately fell silent and looked at each other in fear. One of the older men spoke up. "It's the naagin. She's come to take revenge on us for what we did to her." The rest of the group nodded in agreement, clearly terrified. I, on the other hand, didn't believe in such superstitious tales. That was until I saw a figure slithering towards us from the bushes. It was a woman, but her body was covered in scales, and she had a long tail instead of legs. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but before I could react, the naagin spoke in a voice that sent shivers down my spine. ...

  I was walking through the dark, dense forest when I heard the sound of leaves rustling behind me. I turned around, but there was no one there. Suddenly, I heard a low growl, and I knew I was not alone. "Who's there?" I called out, but no one answered. I felt a sudden sense of dread, as if something terrible was about to happen. I took a deep breath and started to walk faster, hoping to get out of the forest as soon as possible. But then I heard a voice, a voice that I recognized all too well. "It's too late to run," said my friend, Rajesh. "You're in my territory now." I looked at him in horror, realizing that he was no longer human. His eyes were glowing, and his face was contorted into a snarling, wolf-like expression. I backed away, but he lunged at me, knocking me to the ground. I screamed as he transformed into a werewolf, his fur growing thick and his claws elongating. I knew I was going to die, but I fought back, grabbing a nearby stic...

 Growing up, I was always fascinated by the old, rundown mansion at the edge of our village. It was said to be haunted, and no one ever went near it. But that didn't stop me from dreaming of what secrets it held within its walls. One day, I was walking past the mansion when I saw something in the window. It was a doll, sitting on a shelf, its eyes fixed on me. I couldn't look away, drawn in by the doll's eerie beauty. As I walked closer, I noticed that there was something strange about the doll. Its eyes seemed to follow me, and its smile turned into a sneer. But I was too entranced to notice the warning signs. I reached the window and saw that the doll was holding a piece of paper. I took it from its hand and read the message - "Take me home with you." Without a second thought, I snatched up the doll and ran all the way home. I placed it on my dresser, feeling a sense of pride at owning such a mysterious and beautiful object. But that sense of pride didn't la...

 I had always heard stories about the dark forest, the one that was said to be haunted by spirits and ghosts. I never believed them, thinking that they were just old wives' tales meant to scare children. But that was before I went camping with my friends and got lost in the very same forest. It started out as a fun adventure, a chance to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city and enjoy nature. We set up camp in a clearing and spent the day exploring the forest, marveling at the beauty of the trees and the animals that called it home. But as night fell, things started to take a sinister turn. We could hear strange noises coming from the darkness, rustling sounds that seemed to be getting closer and closer. My friends tried to convince me that it was just the wind or an animal, but I knew better. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and I could feel eyes watching us from the shadows. We tried to go back to our campsite, but we were hopelessly lost. The trees all looked...

  I was sitting alone in my small apartment, reading a book when I heard a knock at the door. It was an unusual time for anyone to visit, so I was hesitant to open it. But the knocking continued, getting louder and more insistent. So, I finally got up and opened the door. There was no one there. I peered into the darkness, but I couldn't see anyone. I thought it might be a prank, but the fear was still there. I closed the door and went back to my book, trying to ignore what had just happened. But then I heard footsteps. They were soft and muffled, but I could hear them clearly. I got up and walked towards the door, hoping to catch whoever was playing this prank. But as I opened the door, the fear hit me like a wave. There was no one there again, but this time, something felt different. The air in my apartment had turned cold, and I could see my breath as I exhaled. It was as if someone had brought a piece of the winter night inside. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and I ...

 I always loved old houses, with their creaky floorboards and hidden nooks. So when I came across the listing for a beautiful bungalow that was over a century old, I knew I had to have it. My family was hesitant about the purchase, but I convinced them that it was the perfect place for us. It wasn't long after we moved in that strange things started happening. Doors would open and close on their own, and we could hear footsteps coming from the empty rooms. But we dismissed it as the house just settling in. One night, I woke up to the feeling of someone breathing on my neck. I turned around to find a ghostly figure standing at the foot of my bed. Its eyes were black and hollow, and it seemed to be staring right through me. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. The next day, I told my family about the ghostly encounter, but they didn't believe me. That is, until they started experiencing strange phenomena themselves. My wife saw the same ghostly figure in the hallway, and my ...

It was a dark and stormy night when I first heard the demon's call. I was in my small village in rural India, fast asleep in my bed, when I was suddenly awakened by a voice whispering my name. At first, I thought it was my imagination, but the voice grew louder and more insistent. I got out of bed and followed the voice, which led me to the temple at the edge of the village. As I approached the temple, I saw a figure standing in the shadows. It was a demon, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. The demon beckoned to me, and I felt a strange compulsion to approach it. As I got closer, I could feel its hot breath on my face, and I knew that I was in grave danger. But then, the demon vanished, leaving behind a piece of paper with strange symbols written on it. I recognized them as an ancient form of black magic, and I knew that whoever had summoned the demon was not to be trifled with. Over the next few days, strange things began to happen in the village. Crops withered and die...

  I had always been fascinated by the old haveli in my village. It had been abandoned for years, and rumors said that it was haunted by the spirits of its former residents. My curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to explore the place with my friends. As we entered the haveli, we were struck by its eerie silence. The air was thick with the smell of decay and neglect. The walls were covered in peeling paint, and the furniture was covered in cobwebs. As we made our way through the dark corridors, we heard strange noises coming from the rooms. It sounded like whispers and moans, but we couldn't tell where they were coming from. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, and I knew that something was not right. Suddenly, I saw a shadowy figure darting across the hallway. I froze in terror as the figure came closer and closer. It was a woman in a tattered sari, her face twisted in a grotesque expression of pain and anguish. She reached out to me, and I could feel her icy fin...

  I never believed in curses or the supernatural, but my experience changed everything. It happened on a dark, stormy night in my village in rural India. My friends and I had decided to play a game of hide-and-seek, and I chose to hide near the banyan tree at the edge of the village. As I waited in the darkness, I heard strange whispers and rustling sounds coming from the tree. I tried to ignore them and stay hidden, but the sounds grew louder and more sinister. Suddenly, I felt a cold breath on the back of my neck and a hand gripping my shoulder. I turned around, and to my horror, I saw a ghostly figure standing behind me. It was the spirit of a woman, her face twisted in a grotesque expression of pain and anger. She pointed a bony finger at me and let out a blood-curdling scream. I ran as fast as I could, but the ghost pursued me relentlessly. I could hear her laughter echoing through the village streets, and I knew that she was not going to let me go. Finally, I collapsed on the...

I never believed in ghosts or paranormal activity until I moved into this old, rundown house. It was the only option I had since I couldn't afford to rent anything else. The moment I stepped inside, I felt a chill run down my spine. The air was thick, and there was an eerie silence that enveloped the place. I tried to shrug off the feeling and started unpacking my boxes. But as soon as night fell, strange things started happening. At first, it was just a few creaks and groans, which I assumed were the house settling. But soon, I started hearing whispers in the dark. At first, I couldn't make out what they were saying, but as the days went by, the whispers got louder, and I could hear them more clearly. They were calling my name, beckoning me to come closer. I tried to ignore them, but their persistent whispers were hard to shake off. One night, I woke up to find myself surrounded by a group of shadowy figures. They were whispering in unison, and their voices echoed through the ...

  I was always afraid of the dark. As a child, I would huddle under my blankets, afraid of the unknown. As an adult, I thought I had outgrown that fear. But tonight, in this old house, I feel like that scared little child again. The floorboards creak under my feet as I make my way down the hall. I can feel the cold draft seeping in from the gaps in the windows. I should have brought a sweater. I'm not sure what compelled me to come to this place, this abandoned mansion in the middle of nowhere. But here I am. I hear a sound, like footsteps. My heart races as I turn around, but there's no one there. Just the empty hallway behind me, and the darkness that seems to be closing in. I tell myself that it's just my imagination, but the fear won't go away. I start to make my way back to the front door, but I'm not sure if I'm going the right way. The house seems to have changed somehow, the walls closing in on me. And then I see it, a figure in the distance, standing in...

  I woke up to a quiet house, the kind of stillness that made my skin crawl. I called out for my family, but there was no response. As I walked through the empty rooms, I noticed that all the windows and doors were boarded up from the outside, as if someone had sealed us in.   Panic set in as I realized I was trapped, and I frantically searched for any way out. But there was none. The boards were nailed tightly, and even the smallest cracks were covered.   Hours turned into days, and I was left with nothing but my own thoughts and fears. I began to notice strange noises in the house, footsteps that didn't belong to any of us, whispers that echoed through the walls.   I tried to stay calm, to believe that help would come, but with each passing day, my hope dwindled. My stomach growled with hunger, and I drank the last of the water in a desperate attempt to stay alive.   As the days turned into weeks, my mind began to unravel. I saw things in the s...

  I never thought my fear of snakes would come back to haunt me like this. I've always avoided them at all costs, even if it meant taking a longer route or canceling a hike altogether. But now, I'm stuck on an island filled with these slithering creatures, and I can't escape.   The shipwreck left me stranded on the island, and as I made my way through the thick jungle, I soon realized I wasn't alone. Snakes of all shapes and sizes were lurking everywhere. I could hear their hissing and feel their cold, scaly skin against my feet as I trudged through the undergrowth.   I tried to keep my fear under control, but it was getting harder and harder. Every rustle of leaves or twig snap made my heart race, and my palms were constantly sweaty. I could barely eat or sleep, knowing that at any moment, one of those venomous creatures could strike.   Days turned into weeks, and I was running out of food and water. I was desperate to get off the island, but there was n...

  I woke up with a start, gasping for air. Panic engulfed me as I realized I was trapped in a confined space, struggling to breathe. I tried to move my arms and legs, but they were bound tightly. I was trapped in a coffin.   As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw the lifeless face of a woman next to me. She was freshly dead, and the sight of her corpse sent shivers down my spine. My mind raced, trying to piece together how I had ended up in this macabre situation.   Suddenly, I remembered the party I had attended the night before. It had been a wild night, filled with drinking and dancing. I had met a woman, and we had hit it off. But now, I couldn't remember what had happened after that.   I tried to shout for help, but my voice was muffled by the thick wood of the coffin. I was alone, with only the dead woman for company. Fear consumed me as I realized that I was running out of air. I struggled to break free, but the wood was too strong.   ...

  I woke up with a jolt and immediately realized something was terribly wrong. My body was numb, and my arms and legs were bound tightly to the arms and legs of an electric chair. Panic surged through me as I frantically looked around, trying to make sense of what was happening.   I was in a small, dimly lit room, and the only light came from a single bulb dangling above my head. The room was barren except for the electric chair and a table with an array of electrical instruments. Fear gripped me as I realized that I was in some sort of torture chamber, and I had no idea how I had ended up here.   Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, and I recognized the man immediately. He was the same man who had been stalking me for months, the same man who had threatened me and my family. He had finally caught me, and now, he was going to make me pay.   He stood in front of me, his face obscured by shadows. I could see the glint of his eyes, and I knew that he...