Ghost stories from India

The Stairwell Visitor

Ravi was a textile trader who lived in the bustling city of Surat, Gujarat. Every month, he traveled to Mumbai for business, returning home late at night. His building, an...

The Marble Corridor

It was the summer I turned eleven, and my grandmother on my mother’s side had just passed away. She lived in a sprawling old mansion in the countryside, and after...

The Last Bell

In the autumn of 2022, my paranormal investigation team was contacted by a distraught man named Elias Thorne. He owned a sprawling estate in the remote hills of West Virginia,...

The Marble Slab

In the autumn of 2021, I received a summons from a reclusive art collector named Elias Thorne. His ancestral manor, perched on a windswept cliff overlooking the North Sea, had...

The Green Glass Lamp

I never believed in ghosts, not really. Growing up in a bustling port city, I had seen enough of life’s harshness to know that the dead stayed dead. But when...

The Roster of the Damned

In the autumn of 2019, I was working as a junior data analyst at a small financial firm located in a repurposed Victorian mansion in the outskirts of Portland, Maine....

The Brass Bell Collar

The house at 14 Bramblewick Lane wasn’t just a house; it was a debt paid in full, a testament to my uncle Gerald’s twenty years of overtime and my aunt...

The Clockwork Guest

The rain had stopped an hour before midnight, leaving the cobblestone streets of Osterley-on-Wold slick and gleaming under the dim gaslights. I had come to this fading English spa town...

The Glass Room

In the sweltering summer of 2005, Aryan and his wife, Meera, found themselves trapped between the walls of a cramped ancestral flat in Old Delhi. Their furniture, a collection of...

The Crimson Pattern

I was sixteen in the autumn of 2014 when my family moved to a small town called Millbrook, nestled at the edge of a sprawling pine forest. Our house was...

The Wailing Stone

In the remote village of Ashgrove, nestled between the whispering pines of the Blackwood Forest, there stood an ancient well that had served the community for generations. It was a...

The Glass Eye

In the autumn of 2009, my wife Lena and I had just settled into a small flat in the old harbor district of Gdynia, Poland—a city whose salt-scoured buildings seemed...

The Second Passenger

It was the 19th of December, and I was returning from the night shift at the mill. The road home cut through the old industrial district, a stretch of abandoned...

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