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.

Bloodthirsty Soul! A Chilling Horror Story

 

In a remote village, there stood an old well, hidden behind tall grass and broken stones. The villagers whispered of a bloodthirsty soul—a woman who had died there under mysterious and brutal circumstances. Since then, anyone who approached the well after midnight vanished without a trace.

One stormy night, a brave young man named Vikram, mocking the legend, decided to visit the well. He laughed at the warnings and walked up to its edge with a flashlight in hand. As he peered down, he heard a whisper:

"I've been waiting..."

Suddenly, a cold, skeletal hand reached out from the darkness and gripped his arm. He screamed, but no one heard him. The next morning, villagers found only blood stains near the well and Vikram’s torn scarf.

Since that night, strange things began to happen. People heard sobbing and laughter near the well at night. Some even claimed to see a woman with blood-red eyes and torn clothes, crawling along the ground, whispering:

"I’m not done yet…"

The well still stands, cursed and untouched. And every full moon, the bloodthirsty soul returns, searching for another victim to drag into the abyss.

Will you be the next to h

ear her call?