(Undergoing heavy editing.) You are on a tour to the most beautiful state of India- Rajasthan. Pretty excited, you start the tour visiting many sites. But what happens when you step into the Bhangarh Fort? The Haunted Bhangarh Fort. A historical site that is marked as one of the ten most Haunted places in India. No one is allowed to step into that place before Sunrise and after Sunset, as an order by the Indian government. This tragic and horrific story is about two youngsters. Nandini and Nikhil, who visit this fort as an adventure tour but end up getting caught in the clutches of an evil spirit. Nandini's past somehow is linked to that of the Fort. Read on and find out to know if Nandini can free herself and fight that evil force along with Nikhil. Please see: This is not a real story. Please please see: Prefer staying away if you're a grammar Nazi and are not capable of giving constructive criticism. The initial chapters were written with a rather immature narration. It improves as the story progresses. But STILL, if you want to read a better piece of this book, you can start, when it undergoes heavy editing. :) Highest rank #1 in horror. (17/06/16) Happy Reading. Love, -Mansi

[FICTION AWARDS 2019 WINNER for Best in Mystery/ Thriller. FEATURED in WATTPAD MYSTERY/ THRILLER profile. ] Jackson Wolfe is WoodVille Asylum's most notorious patient with a history of atrocious violence. The doctors and the nurses are aware of Jacks previous history. Jack is the ring leader in the institution. He is also charming, and manipulative. He wants something done, he gets it done. No questions asked. Riley Frazer is the hospital nurse who gets assigned as Jack's nurse. At first Riley is just curious about Jack, but soon curiosity gets the better of her and Jack maybe a bit infatuated with the nurse. And that's when the murders start. Someone is carving up the patients in the asylum. Could it be Jack getting creative? WARNING: NOT A CLICHE ROMANCE. Includes murders, swearing and dark themes. Jack In The Box All Rights Reserved 2018 - 2021 © KittyKash92

"Please don't do this." I begged, as tears streamed down my face, making my mascara run. My eyes traveled from his face, that handsome boyish face, down to the floor. Down to the dead bodies. "Oh God," I choked, my life flashing before my eyes, as I felt his fingers slip from my shoulders down to the knife. He put it to my throat gently, so that he didn't cut it. Yet. "I'm sorry." He muttered. "Please...." I begged. "Please." His lips pressed against mine, and I shuddered against him. Dear God, Please don't let this happen. This is the story of how I met him. The story of how he stole my heart, just as carelessly as he stole peoples lives away from them. Maybe. Maybe not. When I think about it, I still smile. Even though I know the sad and terrible ending, I can't help but smile. He was my best friend. He was so loving. So caring. He taught me everything. But, he also destroyed everything. He was just like that. He was just the mass murder that loved me, and that's how I'll always remember him. I dare say, that's how I'll always cherish him.