Writer Mohak

  I should’ve thrown it away. Should’ve burned it. But here I am, still holding it. Let me rewind a bit. This thing started way before last week, but I guess the madness didn’t really hit me until I took it home. It was just a doll—plastic, painted in that old-school way, like the kind you'd see on a dusty shelf at your grandparents' house. Those eyes… they *glared* at me the second I saw it. The moment my hand brushed against its cold porcelain face, I felt it. A jolt of something dark. You could almost hear it whisper. *Take me home.* I’m not a superstitious man, but when I saw the damn thing in that back alley shop—right next to that temple I’d never noticed before—I had this stupid urge to buy it. For what? To give it to my daughter? Nah. Something else, something more primal told me it was mine now. That night, I threw it on the shelf in my bedroom. Like any normal idiot, I didn’t think about it again. But the first night I tried to sleep, that’s when the whispering starte...

  Mohan, Bhavesh, and Priya stood at the edge of the Raktapreet forest, their voices echoing through the dense trees as they called out to the monsters. The air was heavy and still, the only response an eerie silence. Unfazed, the trio ventured deeper into the forest, their footsteps crunching on the dry leaves that carpeted the ground. As they navigated the twisting paths, the sun gradually dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows that danced menacingly on the tree trunks. The forest seemed to come alive with the whispers of the wind and the rustling of unseen creatures. "Are you sure this is the right way?" Priya asked, her voice laced with a hint of uncertainty. "We've been walking for hours and haven't found any sign of the temple." "According to the legends, the Temple of Raktayayan is hidden deep within this forest," Mohan replied, his tone steady despite the growing darkness. "We must keep going. The answers we seek lie within tho...

  This is a story of a certain man, named Chatur who had shifted to the accursed town of Raktanchal, recently with his mother, Chandni. But they were unaware of the horridness that would terrorize them forever and ever... A white car drove ahead on the starry yet dark night, traversing the secluded roadway. "Why couldn't we have left in the morning?" Chatur asked his mother. His mother, Chandani, sat beside him, driving the car. She was in her mid-thirties and she wore a purple dress and a rainbow-patterned scarf. "We wouldn't have made it, the real estate agent said 10." They stared at each other and his mother continued, "We will sleep at the end and have an early start tomorrow. We will be on the road before dark." Chatur lowered his head, picked up a can of soda, opened the cap, and swallowed it. "Enough soda, Chatur. You should get some rest," his mother said. "It's okay, I'm not tired." He took a sip again from the...

  Bhavna reached out for the door and squeezed the doorknob. As the door opened, Bhavesh stood in front of her. "Why did you do that?" he growled. "What? What did I do?" she said. Bhavesh took her hand and then paced ahead in the living room, where a wall was filled with blood, and something written on it as a warning. "What the hell?" she yelled. There was a warning for them written in red for them which read: Leave this town now, or else you prepare to die. Mom and Dad stepped into the room, and then glared at the warning on the wall, utterly bewildered. Mr. and Miss. Agnihotri was in their mid-40s. Mrs. Agnihotri was a tall, dark-haired woman, who sported a colorful gown, and Mr. Agnihotri had worn blue pajamas. "Who did this? Bhavesh? Bhavna? Come on tell me..." Miss. Agnihotri asked. "I don't know," Bhavesh said. "I don't know either," said Bhavna. Mr. Agnihotri slid across Bhavna and knelt on his knees, placing a...

  This is a story of a certain man, named Ayush who had shifted to the accursed town of Raktanchal, a month ago with his family. But they were unaware of the horridness that would terrorize them forever and ever... "Wake up... Come on, bro! Did you not hear it?" his little brother whispered. It was a chilly October night, and Ayush's all-time favorite day - Saturday, a holiday. But babysitting Ayan, he admitted was the toughest job. Ayush looked up at him, peering into the dimly lit bedroom. "What do you want? Why are you disturbing me?" he muttered. "The carnival... the carnival is here." Ayush glanced up at the alarm clock and pulled up his sheets. "It's midnight, Ayan. Go, sleep now." Suddenly, The rambling noise of multiple trucks crossed the street. He jumped down from the bed and rushed toward the windowpane. Ayush opened the blue curtains instantly. He peered down at the road, but the trucks were gone. Ayan, his brother rushed out ...