A Truck Driver’s True Encounter: The Bloodthirsty Witch of the Highway

Ramesh, a seasoned truck driver, had driven countless miles across India. But one night on the lonely stretch of NH-66, he had an experience that would haunt him forever.

It was around 2:30 AM when he saw a woman in a red saree standing by the road, signaling for help. Thinking she needed assistance, he stopped. As soon as she stepped near, her face twisted, her eyes turned pitch black, and her feet were facing backward.

Terrified, Ramesh tried to speed away, but the truck wouldn’t start. The woman laughed hysterically and began scratching at the windshield with inhuman claws, shouting, "You can’t leave… you saw me!"

In panic, Ramesh began chanting prayers, and after a few horrifying minutes, the engine roared back to life. He drove nonstop till dawn, not daring to look in the rearview mirror.

Later, he learned from locals that several drivers had gone missing on that very stretch — all last seen stopping for a woman in red.

Ramesh now refuses to drive at night. And every time he passes NH-66, he hears her laugh echoing faintly in the wind.

She’s still out there… waiting for h

er next ride.

Unspoken Fear: The Tale of Lost Souls of the Village

 

 

 

 Deep in the heart of rural India, nestled between dense forests and misty rivers, lay a forgotten village named Devpur. Once thriving, it now stood in eerie silence, abandoned decades ago after a series of unexplained deaths. No one dared to speak of it—only whispers of "unspoken fear" circled among nearby villagers.

Legend had it that every full moon, the spirits of Devpur returned, searching for what they lost—their peace. They were said to be victims of a ritual gone wrong. A tantrik, desperate for immortality, sacrificed innocent villagers during a lunar eclipse. But his dark magic backfired, binding their souls to the land for eternity.

Years later, a group of four curious friends—Ravi, Meena, Jai, and Tara—decided to explore Devpur, ignoring the villagers’ warnings. As they entered the village, the air turned cold. The silence was unnerving, broken only by the sound of rustling leaves and whispers that seemed to come from nowhere.

They found old houses, broken idols, and strange markings on trees. At sunset, shadows began to move. Tara saw a woman in white vanish behind a wall. Meena heard her name being called by a voice eerily like her dead grandmother’s. One by one, the group began to lose their grip on reality.

Ravi vanished near the old well, Jai ran screaming into the woods, never to return. Only Tara survived, found days later—shivering, eyes blank, muttering, "They never left... They never left..."

The village remains untouched. No one speaks of Devpur. No one dares to go near. But on full moon nights, flickering lights are seen dancing in the distance... and if you listen closely, you can hear voices calling—softly, painfully—"Set us free..."