Ghost stories from India

The Ash-Filled Hour

It was the summer I turned twelve, and my mother and I had come to stay with my grandmother in the small town of Cedar Hollow. The town was named...

The Canine Vigil

It was the last stretch of our final semester, and the oppressive heat of the city made studying unbearable. My flatmates and I—Ravi, Meera, and I—had taken to pulling all-nighters...

The Concrete Circle

Nadia had always been a skeptic, but her best friend Rohan was a true believer in the paranormal. They were both engineering students in the sprawling city of Pune, and...

The Weeping Wall

I never believed in ghosts, not really. Not until I moved into the old Meridian Arms, a crumbling apartment building on the edge of the industrial district. My roommate, Lena,...

The Floor Above

In the winter of 2008, a young man named Rohan, barely twenty-two, worked night shifts at a data processing firm in the outskirts of Pune. The company housed him and...

The Fourth Tree

It was a little past eight on a Tuesday evening when I first noticed the child. My friends and I had claimed a picnic table near the edge of a...

The Bone Ash Ledger

After finishing my engineering degree, I landed a job as a junior accountant at a cooperative bank in the city of Kanpur, in the heart of Uttar Pradesh. The city,...

The Static Hour

In the autumn of 2014, my mother had a fall at home, and we rushed her to a recently opened medical center near our new apartment. It was a minor...

The Muddy Steps

It began two winters ago, during my final year at the Armitage Agricultural Institute. I rented a room in a sprawling, two-story farmhouse that had been converted into a boarding...

The Saffron Sari

Our new home on Cedar Lane was a far cry from the cramped apartment we’d left behind. It was a sprawling Victorian, with high ceilings and creaky floors, and for...

The Ashen Road

Karan had always prided himself on logic. As a final-year mechanical engineering student, he believed every mystery had a rational explanation, every shadow a source of light. So when his...

The Hollow Palm

The train hissed to a stop at the small station of Alampur, and I stepped out into air that smelled of rain-soaked earth and jasmine. After four years in Bangalore’s...

The Third Passenger

I had never given much thought to the supernatural. It was the kind of thing that existed in campfire tales and cheap horror movies, not in the sun-scorched highways of...

The Last Pendant

In 2009, my father’s cousin, Ravi, worked in Pune and lived in the suburb of Kothrud. His office was in Shivajinagar, and every evening he would commute back on the...

The Last Litter

My name is Arjun, and I moved into a flat in the outskirts of Thane in March. The building was one of the first in a new development, and the...

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