Gudiya Jo Kabhi Chhuti Hi Nahi – Ek Pita Aur Beti Ki Darawani Kahani
Jab gudiya ghar pohanchi, maine use Anaya ke kamre mein rakha. Us kamre ka mahaul badal gaya — ek sard hawa ne kamre mein phel jana shuru kar diya, jaise koi bejaan saaye sab taraf ghoomne lag gaye ho. Maine kaha: “Anaya, ye gudiya dekh kar ajeeb si lag rahi hai,
Andhera Aaina Jahan Reflection Zinda Hai
Yeh sab kuch ek purane haweli se shuru hua, jahan main aur mere 3 dost gaye the — Neil, Aadi, aur Zoya. Humne suna tha ke woh jagah shraapit hai, lekin hum urban legend samajh ke gaye. Mujhe yaad hai, raat ke 1:14 baje hum uss haweli ke andar gaye the. Aur 1:17 pe kuch andar hamare andar ghus gaya tha.
Zaykh - Jo Sunta Hai Mit Jaata Hai
Aur aaj jo main sunane ja raha hoon, woh kahani nahi, woh ek infection hai. Jo kaan se andar jaake dimaag ki naso mein sab kuch kaala kar deta hai. Is kahani ko sunne ke baad agar tujhe neend aa gayi… toh samajh le ke tu insaan nahi raha. Yeh sab kuch ek waqt shuru hua jab main ek flat mein shift hua tha. Flat 904, Devlok Heights.
Anjaani Jise Yaad Kiya Wahi Gaya
Sab kuch ek purani factory ke paas shuru hua. Main photography karta hoon, aur us jagah par main sirf ek burnt building ka shoot karne gaya tha. Lekin wahan mujhe ek photo mili — purani, black and white, lekin bilkul fresh. Photo mein ek ladki thi, lekin uski aankhon mein koi direction nahi tha… jaise woh kisi cheez ko dekh rahi ho jo exist hi nahi karti.
Woh Kitaab Jo Tujhe Zinda Likh Deti Hai
Phir ek raat main ne apne ghar ke samne ek aadmi ko dekha. Woh chhoti si diary padh raha tha aur uske chehre pe woh expression tha jo insaan tab deta hai jab usse lagta hai ki duniya ab chalti nahi, sirf ghoorti hai. Main usse ignore karke andar chala gaya. Par raat bhar mujhe awaaz aati rahi… jaise koi bahar se bol raha ho, "Tumhare andar kuch aur bhi hai
The Book That Writes You Back A Story No One Survived to Finish
Arman met a man named “No” in a forgotten library where every book was blank — yet somehow, his name was written in all of them. After that night, clocks lost their seconds, photos appeared that he never took, and shadows began aging backwards. One book warned: “Don’t read me, or I’ll come alive.” He did.
Sapno ki Kaatil Aavritaa Jo neend nahi lene deti
Shuruat teen mahine pehle hui. Ek patient tha uska naam tha Tushar. 17 saal ka ladka. Bola karta tha ke koi uske sapno mein aake uska gala dabaata hai. Har din woh thoda aur kamzor hota gaya. Maine usse kaha, “Night terror hote hain, kuch nahi hai.” Agli subah woh mara hua mila. Lekin… yeh sabse ajeeb baat thi — uske haath mein usi ka khud ka likha ek note tha: “Usne kaha tha ke yeh sirf sapna hai… ab main hamesha soya rahunga.”
Zahria Ki Diary – Ek Khooni Kahani Jo Sirf Padhne Se Shuru Hoti Hai
Main ek writer hoon. Horror kahaniyan likhta hoon. Ajeeb si baat yeh hai ke jitni dark kahani likhta hoon, utni hi zyada logon ko pasand aati hain. Lekin ek raat aisi aayi jisne meri likhi hui duniya aur asli duniya ke darmiyan ki deewar gira di. Woh raat 3 baje ki thi. Har jagah sannata tha. Bijli chali gayi thi. Main apne kamre mein sirf ek mombatti ke ujale mein likh raha tha. Laptop ki battery khatam ho chuki thi
Ek Bhooli Hui Diary Jo Tumhari Pehchaan Chura Leti Hai – Full Horror Story
Maine aankh kholi, toh dekha mera darwaza khula tha. Maine socha main toh clearly band karke soya tha. Main utha, light on ki... lekin light chali gayi thi. Usi andhere mein, maine dekha ek silhoutte – ek aadmi jiska chehra hi nahi tha. Wo mere kareeb aa raha tha, bina pair chale. Har kadam pe zameen tharthara rahi thi. Main chillaya, lekin pata nahi mere awaaz hi nahi nikal rahi thi. Main diary ki taraf bhaaga, shayad usmein kuch likha ho is sab ke baare mein.
Haunted Makaan Ki Kahani Molvi Aur Badrooh Ka Aakhri Muqabla
Kuch mahine pehle maine ek purana makan khareeda tha, sheher ke kinaare ek purani colony mein. Sasta tha, aur location bhi theek thi, toh socha deal achhi hai. Main bas ek shaant zindagi chahta tha, lekin jo mila, usne meri rooh tak hila di. Ghar ke andar pehla kadam rakhte hi kuch ajeeb si thandak mehsoos hui, jaise koi anjaan sa saya meri gardan ke paas saans le raha ho. Deewar par purane khoon ke daag the, jo kisi ne paint se chhupane ki koshish ki thi,
BLOODtale
In every drop of blood, a story awaits. Tales whispered by shadows,
written in fear. Welcome to Bloodtale — where nightmares live.