Indian Creepypastas [Animated/Narrated Video & Text]

Chir Batti - Indian Creepypasta/Indian Horror Story

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1.

She's gone now.

One moment she was holding my hand and browsing the local markets. Next thing you know, she is in a cheap coffin. The only one I can afford on my shitty pension.

45 years of marriage. Plenty of memories in a box.

2.

We had gone for a stroll at the local forest reserve, whose cliffs overlook a raging ocean.

She had wandered too close to the edge at the lookout the locals ominously refer to as 'Widow's point'. Why it's referred to by that terrible name, I can't tell you?

Maybe now they can change it to 'Widower's point'.

Anyway. She slipped, and she fell. And the wet, sharp rocks and the foamy waters devoured my heart.

3.

We had no children, and we were not close to our own families.

Our neighbour, an engineer overseeing the local dam project, and his wife and 2 kids, came for the wake.

They have been our only friends for the last 10 years.

She was fond of the little ones. So was I.

We ate some samosas with ketchup and drank tea and talked about her. I half expected to see her step out of the kitchen with more fried treats for the children.

The kids stared at me. Like they could see a horrible stain on my soul that was invisible to the others.

I suppose this whole funeral business was weird for them. They didn't understand grief. It's a whirlpool that drags you under, again and again, rarely letting you come up for air.

The exertion of trying to stay alive must have been showing on my face.

4.

I went back to the spot every few days. Studied the cliff face and the ocean battering its ancient facade.

Was I expecting her to swim up from the depths to comfort me? Was I here because I was so lonely in that cold apartment?

I will not lie to you. I thought about jumping after her when she fell, fell, fell.

Presently, there was no one around me. It had never been a busy trail. One reason why she and I enjoyed walking this route.

I could do it now. Jump.

5.

"Why don't you?" I heard her say from behind me.

I spun around in shock.

Glowing orbs rose up from the meadow that swept into the dark woods. Some of them were conjoined, others were solo spheres of light. They hummed with intelligence and moved about like pack animals.

I felt their censorious gaze upon me. They were dissecting the sincerity of my grief.

"Why don't you join me?" My wife's voice rang out from the phantom lights.

Terror seized my body with chilly hands. And I fled screaming toward my home.