The Cry for Justice: A Haunting Truth" – Horror Story (200 words)

In a quiet village, a 19-year-old girl named Meera went missing. Her body was found days later near the forest — bruised, broken, and lifeless. The village mourned, but the culprits were never caught. The case was quickly silenced. But Meera’s story didn’t end there.

Every midnight, villagers began hearing a heart-wrenching scream echoing from the forest. Those who dared to investigate claimed to see a pale girl in white, her eyes filled with sorrow and rage. She’d appear near the banyan tree where her body was found, whispering, “I want justice...”

One night, the village priest performed a ritual to calm her spirit. But Meera’s soul refused. The ritual fire turned blue, and her ghost screamed, revealing the faces of the men who hurt her — they were respected figures in the village.

Within days, each of the named men met horrible, unexplained deaths. One drowned in dry land, another was found hanging upside down from a tree, blood writing “Justice” on the ground.

Meera’s ghost hasn’t been seen since.

But the forest remains silent now... almost too silent. If you walk near the banyan tree, you might still hear her whisper — “Will yo

u help me?”

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.