The Witch in the Lift" – Horror Story (200 Words)

It was past midnight when Riya returned home after her night shift. She lived on the 13th floor of an old apartment building. The lift creaked as it opened, dimly lit and eerily silent. Still, she stepped in, too tired to climb the stairs.

She pressed the button for the 13th floor, but the lift unexpectedly stopped at the 6th. The doors slid open, and a strange woman entered — pale face, messy long hair covering her eyes, barefoot, and wearing an old torn saree. She didn’t press any button.

Riya felt a chill crawl up her spine.

“Which floor?” Riya asked politely. The woman slowly turned her head, smiled eerily, and whispered, “I’ve been waiting… for someone like you.”

Suddenly, the lights flickered and went out. The lift jolted and stopped. Riya’s screams echoed inside the metal box. In the dark, she felt nails scratching her skin and heard a low, growling laugh.

When the lights came back, Riya was alone. The CCTV footage showed her entering the lift — but no one else.

Since that night, no one uses the lift after midnight. They say… the witch still rides it, waiting for her

 next victim.

England's Real Horror Story (1930–1950): The Haunted Manor of Yorkshire

 

In the quiet countryside of Yorkshire, England, there stood an elegant manor house known as Blackthorn Hall. In the 1930s, it was home to Dr. William Hartley, a well-respected physician, and his young wife, Eleanor. Their life seemed perfect—until Eleanor vanished without a trace one stormy night in 1936.

Dr. Hartley claimed she had run away, but servants spoke of nightly screams, locked doors, and bloodstains that mysteriously appeared in Eleanor’s room. Over the years, no one dared stay in the manor. Those who tried reported seeing a woman in white crying near the window, and a shadowy man holding a scalpel walking the halls.

In 1950, the house was to be renovated. During excavation, workers uncovered a sealed cellar, and inside, they found Eleanor’s skeletal remains wrapped in her wedding gown. She had been murdered and buried beneath her own home.

Soon after, the ghostly sightings intensified. Dr. Hartley's ghost was seen pacing the halls, whispering Eleanor’s name in guilt and despair. Locals believe both souls remain trapped, bound to the place of betrayal.

Blackthorn Hall still stands, abandoned and silent—except for those who hear Eleanor’s cries in the dead 

of night.

Haunted Station No. 13: The Mystery of the Night

 

Station No. 13 had been abandoned for years. Locals whispered tales of a ghost train that passed through at exactly 1:13 AM, though no schedule ever mentioned it. They said the train carried souls of the dead, and anyone who dared to wait there vanished without a trace.

One night, a curious journalist named Arjun decided to uncover the truth. Armed with his camera, he hid behind a pillar on the deserted platform. As the clock struck 1:13, the air turned icy, and a dense fog rolled in.

From the mist emerged an old black train, its windows shattered, and lights flickering. As it stopped, Arjun saw motionless passengers with hollow eyes staring straight ahead. There were no sounds—only a deep hum and a chilling silence.

Suddenly, a tall shadowy figure stepped off the train and whispered, "Now it's your turn to board." Arjun tried to run, but the fog swallowed him whole. His camera was later found on the platform, but Arjun was never seen again.

Even today, those who pass by Station No. 13 at night say they hear a voice calling, "Don’t board the train… run!" But for some, it’s already 

too late.

The Haunted School Guard’s Tale: Uncover the Secret

 

Everyone in the small town of Nalpur knew about the old St. Theresa School, closed for over 15 years after a tragic fire killed several students. No one went near it—except Raghunath, the night guard who had worked there for decades, even after its closure.

When asked why he stayed, he’d simply say,
“Some children never left. They need watching.”

Locals thought he was mad… until one reporter decided to spend a night with him to uncover the truth.

At first, the school was silent—dusty classrooms, broken benches, faded blackboards. But as the clock struck midnight, everything changed.

Laughter echoed through the corridors. Footsteps ran across the halls. Classroom lights flickered on and off—though there was no electricity.

The reporter watched in terror as ghostly figures of children appeared—some crying, some playing, some simply staring through cracked windows.

Raghunath calmly walked among them, whispering lullabies, calling them by name.
“They’re lost,” he said, “and I promised I wouldn’t leave them alone.”

Suddenly, one spirit—a girl in a burnt uniform—approached the reporter and said,
“He saved us. He stays because we asked him to.”

By morning, the reporter fled, never speaking publicly of what he saw. But he left behind one note:

“The guard isn’t protecting the school…
He’s protecting us from what’s trapped inside.”

Raghunath still guards the ruins. Still silent. Still loyal.

And if you pass by late at night, you might see him sitting at the gate, whispering to shadows… keeping a promise only he understands.

 

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..."