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 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.

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..."