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.

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.