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.

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.