Indianhorror Stories

A collection of horror short stories where the beautiful and serene landscapes of Himachal Pradesh hide ancient terrors and modern-day nightmares. Each story is set in a different iconic location-from a haunted hotel in Shimla and a cursed temple in a remote village to the treacherous passes of the high Himalayas-revealing the dark secrets that lie beneath the picturesque hills.

Aanya Verma thought switching schools would mean a fresh start... But Vanshika Girls' Academy hides more than just rules and routines. Behind its ancient walls lie locked doors, broken mirrors, and whispers that never stop. When Aanya is assigned Room 12, she's warned never to approach the room next door-Room 13. But one night, she sees a girl in white... standing inside the mirror. Watching. Smiling. They say she died there. They say once she knows your name, she never leaves you alone. As Aanya digs deeper, she uncovers old photos of herself from decades before she was born, diary pages written in her own handwriting, and a list of girls who vanished without a trace... all last seen near Room 13. Now, the line between reality and nightmare is vanishing-and the ghost girl isn't just haunting the dorm... She's waiting for someone. And that someone might be Aanya.

The mortuary was never meant to be opened after 10 PM. Built long before the hospital, buried with secrets from the British era, it has claimed every soul who dared to enter after dark. When Ele, a medical student with a window facing the mortuary, begins dreaming of an unknown old woman, curiosity turns into obsession. As buried truths awaken and spirits demand justice, some secrets refuse to stay dead - and fear chooses its heirs carefully. Because after 10 PM, the dead are no longer silent.

Title: The Last Column Was Blank Author: JackOfficial In 1988, a regional newspaper printed an empty column for three consecutive days. No headline. No text. No explanation. The staff called it a printing error. The editor knew it wasn't. The missing article was written by a reporter no one remembered hiring- a man who worked only at night and rewrote forgotten police cases from decades earlier. Days later, people mentioned in those files began to die. Not violently. Not mysteriously. But exactly the way the old records described. When the editor discovers unpublished newspapers hidden in the basement-each predicting deaths before they occurred-he realizes the truth: Some stories are never meant to be printed. Because once they are, they become permanent. This story is based on unpublished newspaper incidents and suppressed case files from the late 20th century. Names, locations, and records have been altered. The fear has not.

Red Line Genre: Horror | Psychological Thriller | Supernatural A late-night metro ride. An exhausted young man. And a journey that refuses to end. When Avinash boards the Blue Line after work, everything feels normal-until it doesn't. As time distorts and the world around him starts to glitch, he finds himself trapped in a terrifying loop where reality bends and nothing makes sense. What begins as a simple commute slowly turns into a descent into the unknown. Some rides are one-way. And some stations... were never meant to be reached.

Ek khoobsurat ladki... ek sunsaan raat... Aur ek raaz jo 1868 se zinda hai. "Ek Anjaani Humsafar" - A ghost story with a twist.

"He's Coming..." is a horror, thriller, and suspense story filled with numerous twists. For those who enjoy twists, this story can be described as a feast. In this story, the hero Akhil loses his sight whenever it rains. A psycho killer follows Akhil with the intent to kill him. Did Akhil manage to escape in the end? Who is the psycho killer? How did Akhil get that strange illness?... If you want answers to these questions, read "He's Coming..." - written by Karthikeya Vikramaditya NC

🌿 The Peepal Tree Behind Our House In my village, death is not the end. It is only a pause. When Aarav returns to his ancestral home after his grandmother's sudden death, he expects grief, rituals, and silence. What he doesn't expect are rules-rules no one explains, rules no one dares to break. The back door must stay open at night. Bodies are not taken for cremation before sunrise. And no one looks at the Peepal tree behind the house after midnight. They say it's just a tree. They say it protects the village. But trees don't whisper names in the dark. And they don't knock. As buried secrets surface and forgotten sacrifices demand remembrance, Aarav must uncover the truth behind the Peepal tree-before it decides he belongs to it. Because in this village, the dead listen... and the living pay the price. 🕯️ Genre: Indian Folk Horror | Supernatural | Mystery | Psychological 🧿 Themes: Village secrets • Old rituals • Curses • Fear of tradition • Ancient bargains 🔖 Suggested Wattpad Tags: #IndianHorror #FolkHorror #VillageHorror #PeepalTree #Supernatural #DarkMystery #CursedVillage #HorrorStory #IndianFolklore #SlowBurnHorror

Three teens enter a house that hasn't been opened in 20 years. Locals say it whispers. That it watches. That it remembers. Aanya, Kabir, and Shruti laugh at the tales-until the walls begin to speak and the house begins to feed.

This story is inspired by Ssoftoons (a YouTube channel) story- 'Khoon Peene Waali Talwaar'. It tells us about Raamu, a teacher and Prakash, a Peon, also Raamu's house worker, living in Rajpur and working in the same school and also about the strange and scary events happening in their house and their surrounding areas, as they live in an area which was haunted by a Devi, hundreds of years ago. Read the story to know more!

A collection of short horror stories written by me. Darr sab ko lagta hai- jo darr se bach gaya samjho mar gayaa

A chilling psychological horror exploring isolation and the supernatural on a college campus. As evening falls, an outcast student becomes entangled in a game that spirals into eerie pursuit and unexplained phenomena. Night brings escalating disturbances in the hostel, blurring the boundaries between nightmare and reality. Culminating in a haunting supernatural revelation.

Lost in a forest. A resort that shouldn't exist. A river that never forgets. When Rajat and Meena take a wrong turn on a midnight drive, they stumble upon a secluded riverside resort glowing under the moonlight. But beneath its warm welcome lies something ancient. Something hungry. A night of rest turns into a fight for survival-against the drowned dead, a smiling receptionist, and a river that refuses to let go. Welcome to the last resort. No one ever checks out.

Weirdly weird horror and psychological thriller short stories from my classically psychotic mind (just an illusion). Read on

A collection of light horror stories. Will try to update it frequently.

Do I still get nightmares or is it real? This question rolls in my mind forever. She was the one who made me do this. No I was the one...she never told me to do it...but why I did such a stupid thing...why even I went there after knowing that the place is haunted. Oh I can't get over myself. She has trapped me and I can't escape it.

Some houses remember. This one never forgets. When 17-year-old Anaya Verma moves into her late grandmother's eerie old mansion in the hills, she expects dust, silence, and maybe a few creaky floors. What she doesn't expect is to find hundreds of cassette tapes hidden in a locked basement room-recordings of people who shouldn't exist, voices from the past... and some from the future. One tape whispers her name. Another records her scream-before it ever happened. As Anaya digs deeper, she uncovers a chilling secret: the house isn't just haunted... it's recording time itself. Every whisper in the walls, every flicker of light, every echo... is part of something ancient, alive, and waiting. And now that she's listening, it won't let her leave.

Siddhu never believed in ghosts. But when a rainy night, a haunted mansion, and a cup of Irani chai bring him face-to-face with a tea-loving chudail, his life takes a turn he never expected. What starts as a terrifying encounter quickly turns into something much worse-lifelong responsibility. Because now, every evening at 6 PM, his phone rings. No caller ID. No human voice. Just one whispering question-"Bhai... chai kab laa raha hai?" A hilarious, spooky, and unexpected horror-comedy that proves one thing-never enter a haunted house. Or if you do... at least bring extra biscuits.

Whispers of the Past:(RARE UPDATE.) A red veil. A haunted lullaby. And blood that binds her to a forgotten curse. Mira thought going home would bring her peace and a break from the outside world. Instead, it brought possession. Every night, at exactly 9 PM, something inside Mira breaks loose. Her family watches in horror as she transforms-cold eyes, unnatural strength, and words that don't sound like her own. But the horror didn't start with her. It began years ago with a- A ritual left unfinished. A cursed cloth. A daughter promised to a tree that remembers everything. Something old and bound to a forgotten promise. The past doesn't whisper to Mira-it screams.

Ten went in. One returned. The cave kept the rest. Deep in the remote wilderness of Northeast India, GeoCore Industries launches a top-secret expedition to explore an uncharted cave system rumored to hold historical secrets. Leading the mission is Kabir, a former army officer burdened by past trauma. He's joined by a diverse group: a thrill-seeking younger brother, a bold journalist, a rising vlogger, a quiet engineer, a nurse, a wildlife photographer, a psychology student, a spiritual believer, and an intern from the GeoCore base. What begins as a scientific mission quickly descends into horror. The cave is no ordinary structure-it twists minds, distorts reality, and feeds on fear. As days turn to weeks, sanity begins to break. Friendships crumble. People vanish. Paranoia takes over. Outside, the world watches the rescue effort unfold... but no one knows what truly lurks in the dark. "The Cave: Hope and Fear" is a dark, slow-burning psychological horror thriller about survival, guilt, and the terrifying unknown beneath the surface. Will hope survive... or will fear consume them all?