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Date: 23/03/2025

Jake, a trucker, was driving through the Australian Outback when he heard a baby crying in the distance. He stopped, shining his flashlight into the bushes.

A woman appeared, her back to him, cradling something. “Are you lost?” Jake asked.

She turned, revealing hollow sockets where her eyes should have been. The “baby” in her arms was a withered husk. She whispered, “He needs a new father.”

Jake ran to his truck, but the woman was suddenly outside his window. The baby reached out with skeletal fingers.

Days later, they found his truck abandoned, doors open. Only a single footprint remained—too small to be his, yet too large for a child’s.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India

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Date: 26/03/2025

During a trip to Mexico, Daniel and his friends heard whispers of the “Blood Moon Ritual” in a remote village. Curious, they hid in the jungle, watching.

At midnight, the villagers gathered, chanting around a massive stone slab. A woman in red was led forward, her eyes vacant. As the moon turned crimson, her body convulsed, and a shadowy figure rose from her mouth—an ancient god of death.

Daniel gasped, and the chanting stopped. The villagers turned toward them. One elder whispered, “You have seen too much.”

The next morning, Daniel’s friends were found wandering the jungle, speaking in tongues. Daniel was never found. But on the next Blood Moon, his silhouette appeared in the ritual, whispering, “Run.”

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Guwahati, Assam, India

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Date: 23/03/2025

Keiko boarded the last train home from Tokyo. The carriage was empty except for a woman in a kimono sitting across from her, face hidden beneath her hair.

The train sped past her station. Keiko pressed the emergency stop, but nothing happened. The woman lifted her head, revealing hollow black eyes. “You shouldn’t have boarded,” she whispered.

Keiko ran to the doors, but the outside had turned into a swirling void. Her reflection in the window grinned at her, though she wasn’t smiling.

The next day, police found an abandoned train at the terminal—completely empty. But every few weeks, a new passenger disappears, always seen talking to a woman in a kimono before vanishing forever.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India

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Date: 23/03/2025

The antique shop in Florence had an eerie charm, but Maria was drawn to a small marble statue of a weeping woman. The shopkeeper hesitated before selling it.

That night, Maria awoke to whispers in a foreign tongue. The statue had moved from her shelf to her bedside table. The next night, the whispers grew louder, pleading, crying. Maria researched and found the statue once belonged to a noblewoman buried alive by her jealous husband.

Terrified, she tried returning it, but the shop had vanished. That night, the whispers turned to screams, and Maria felt cold hands closing around her throat. By morning, she was found lifeless, her face frozen in silent horror. The statue had moved again—this time, placed beside her corpse.

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Guwahati, Assam, India

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Date: 22nd March 2025

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On a summer night by the river, Priya stood watching the fireflies dance. Lost in their glow, she didn’t notice Rohit approaching.

“You always come here alone,” he said softly.

Priya smiled. “It’s peaceful.”

Rohit stepped closer. “You know… fireflies only glow to find their mate.”

She turned to him, her heart racing. “So, what are you trying to say?”

He held out a small jar with a glowing firefly inside. “That maybe… you’ve already found yours.”

Priya’s face softened. “Only if you’ll stay… and watch them dance with me.”

They sat side by side, two hearts glowing brighter than any firefly.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

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