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Date: 31/03/2025

Viktor, a geologist, led an expedition to a remote Siberian village rumored to have been abandoned overnight in 1903. When they arrived, the wooden houses were untouched, food still on tables, but no sign of life.

That night, a blizzard raged outside. Through the frost-covered window, Viktor saw figures standing in the snow—motionless, dressed in 19th-century clothing.

Then, one of them moved. Their faces were ice-covered, lips blue, yet their eyes burned with unnatural light. One whispered in Russian, “We never left.”

The next morning, the village was empty again. Only Viktor’s frozen body was found, his journal beside him. The last entry read:

“They stand outside, waiting. If I look too long, I feel the cold creeping inside me. I think… I think they want me to join them.”

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India

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Date: 23/03/2025

Deep in the Amazon rainforest, Diego’s team of researchers was studying a newly discovered plant when an old shaman warned them of the Devorador de Almas—the Soul Eater.

Ignoring him, they set up camp. That night, Diego woke to the sound of his colleague, Mateo, mumbling in his sleep. His eyes were open, but completely black.

Then, he spoke in a voice not his own: “You took from the jungle. Now it takes from you.”

One by one, the team vanished. Diego ran to the river, only to see their faces reflected in the water—trapped beneath the surface, screaming silently.

When rescue teams arrived, they found no bodies, just their journals, all ending with the same chilling phrase: The jungle always wins.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India

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Date: 29/03/2025

Elijah, a wildlife photographer, ventured deep into the Maasai Mara to capture nocturnal animals. As he set up his camera, he noticed hyenas circling, their eyes glowing unnaturally.

A Maasai elder had warned him of the Hyena Man—a cursed being who could shift between human and beast. Elijah laughed it off.

That night, he heard heavy breathing outside his tent. Peeking through the flap, he saw a tall figure with elongated limbs and a hyena’s face grinning at him. Its human-like hands twitched, claws gleaming in the moonlight.

Elijah tried to run, but the creature moved too fast, whispering in a guttural voice, “Join the pack.”

Days later, his camp was found abandoned. Only his camera remained, with the last photograph showing a man mid-transformation—half human, half hyena, with Elijah’s terrified face frozen beside it.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India

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Date: 28/03/2025

In an old haveli in Rajasthan, Room 105 was always locked. The caretaker warned travelers, “No one who sleeps there returns.”

Vikram, a skeptic, laughed and took the key. That night, shadows crawled along the walls, whispering his name. The door creaked open by itself.

He felt something cold touch his shoulder. A voice rasped, “You took my place.” His own reflection in the mirror smirked at him, then stepped out.

By morning, Vikram was gone, and a new guest checked in. The caretaker sighed, handing them the same cursed key, as the cycle began again.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India

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