Ghost stories from India

The Lantern’s Hollow

The monsoon had turned the hills of Tamil Nadu into a green bruise, and our guesthouse in Kodaikanal sat like a stubborn seed in the valley. My fiancé, Mira, and...

The Static Hour

The birthday dinner at the Crab & Thistle had been a good one, the kind of warm, lazy evening that makes you forget the world outside. By the time we...

The Carpet’s Memory

The house was a narrow, two-story structure that leaned slightly to one side, as if it had been holding its breath for decades. My family rented the bottom floor, a...

The Rope Burn

The whistle’s shrill cry cut through the humid air of the old military cantonment school, calling us to the parade ground. I was twelve, a new Cadet in the school’s...

The Weaving Loom

The night the power went out in the town of Greyhollow was the same night the old textile mill stirred back to life. Emma, a freelance graphic designer, had moved...

The Final Curtain Call

It was the autumn of my sophomore year at Meridian High, a school that had earned a reputation for being haunted. The current building had been constructed over the skeleton...

The Lantern’s Debt

In the autumn of 1963, in a small farming village nestled between dry riverbeds and thorny acacia trees, lived a man named Hari. At fifty-two, he was a fixture of...

The Grunge in the Dark

It was a sweltering July night when Maya, Arjun, and I decided to escape the city’s suffocating heat. We drove aimlessly along the coastal highway, stopping at a roadside shack...

The Hollow Archives

It was the tail end of summer, and the three of us—Meera, Aisha, and Rohan—were staying at my grandmother’s sprawling, decaying estate in the hills. The estate had been in...

The Cinder Veil

Arunima had always believed that the old railway bungalow at the edge of Guwahati was a place of endings, not beginnings. Its paint peeled like sunburnt skin, and the iron...

The Lantern of Pine Hollow

In the autumn of 1995, I was a restless nineteen-year-old, flunking my way through community college in the damp, fog-bound town of Pine Hollow, Oregon. My friends and I—a motley...

The Lily-Marsh Bargain

Arjun had always loved the festival season. Not for the rituals or the crowds, but for the escape it offered. At sixteen, he was already tired of the small, dusty...

The Last Holi

I moved to the city of Hyderabad in the summer of 2004, joining a software firm in the tech hub of HITEC City. I found a compact two-bedroom flat in...

The Weaver of Thorns

In the autumn of 1999, I was nineteen and sharing a cramped hostel room with two others in the hill town of Ranikhet, far from the bustling plains. My friends,...

The Ammonite Gate

In the scorching May of 1992, my family undertook the grueling train and bus journey from our coastal town to the interior village of Kallur, nestled in the heart of...

The Unfinished Ward

Dr. Elara Voss had been assigned to St. Cathan’s Medical Institute for a month, and Wednesdays were her nights to stay on call. The hospital was an aging labyrinth of...

The Lantern That Bled

In the autumn of 2004, I was visiting my friend Devraj at his college in the Nilgiri foothills, a remote campus bordered by dense tea estates and a winding mountain...

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