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An entire wedding band goes missing while performing at a wedding, leaving only one survivor. The police detective and his officers try to solve this mystery. A short horror tale based on actual events. Reading time: 22 minutes. This tale was penned by my father decades ago. I remember reading it when I was just a kid. Recently, I asked him to look for the original manuscript, so I could translate and present it to you guys. The Mystery of the Midnight Wedding The world is familiar with the Taj Mahal and the city of Agra. It's an infamous city whose history is filled with tragic events. The many under-developed towns all around the city are part of this history. There are many ruins of several settlements scattered on this land. They had been a witness to some significant events and catastrophes throughout history. Take the town of Shikohabaad, for example, not very far from Agra, settled by Darashikoh. It was when the Mughal emperor Aurangzeb rebelled against his father Shahzah

A middle-aged man finds an old photograph of a woman resembling his dead wife. Little did he know what would follow. Reading time: 17 minutes. Cursed It had been raining all day, so I waited until it stopped. Those drenched streets and the stormy grey clouds reminded me of the day I had met my wife. Maybe that's why I was missing her so much that day. The pain of losing your loved ones can leave you broken and lost. It had been more than twenty years since I lost my wife. I used to come to this flea market every time I missed her. All those memories would come rushing back whenever I walked through these makeshift shops. It felt like she was still with me. After walking for an hour, I was at the flea market she used to take me to. Suddenly, I stopped at this handicraft shop. An old, charred, wooden photo frame has caught my attention. "How much for the frame?" I asked the man behind the pile of old antique stuff. "Whatever you feel like, good sir."

A seventeen-year-old boy is in therapy after surviving an accident, claiming that he can see dead people. Reading time: 6 minutes. They Are Real "Why do you think you see dead people?" Dr Wilson asked Daniel, who sat across from him on a couch. "I don't THINK; I KNOW," Daniel, a seventeen-year-old boy, sneered. "...have known for a while." Disappointment and despair covered his face. "I can see dead people. They are everywhere. If you could see them," he said, pointing at the doctor. "You'd freak out." Dr Wilson kept staring at Daniel across the living room on a quiet afternoon in late May. The wind was as calm as it was hot. "And how long since you have been seeing them?" Daniel blinked in disbelief. He did not expect Dr Wilson to believe him so quickly. "I had been seeing them ever since I was a child," he said. "But I never thought much about it." "Tell me about them." "Th—t

A series of paranormal sights and experiences at a boys' hostel, where my friend stayed. Reading time: 5 minutes. The Hauntings at a Boys’ Hostel My childhood friend went to get his diploma in electronics engineering. His dormitory was far out in the middle of nowhere. There were a few shops maybe, but that was it. It was easily accessible by bus, though. Maybe, that was why they chose that place; It was peaceful out there. Before you start joking, let me clear this out. The building was not built on any old cemetery or something like that. Actually, that's the reason I decided to do this story. Since the narrator is my childhood friend—actually, he's my oldest friend, that's why I trust him and these stories. His years there were all fun and games. He stayed drunk for most of those. There was nothing different than any other college dormitories, except maybe one thing. They suspected that it was haunted. If not the building, then the place. But, there was someth

The first chapter of a featured historical series Exodus: The Untold Chronicles. A story of a man driven to madness by a ghost town. Reading time: 5 minutes. The pages of history are often drenched in the blood of innocents. The injustice and tyranny of cruel rulers still echo through the dark and unlit corridors of time. One of them was Deewan (Minister) Salem Singh of my hometown Jaisalmer in Rajasthan, India. Deewan Salem Singh is still infamous for his cruelty and his unquenchable lust. He used to be the army commander and the minister to king Moolraj of Jaisalmer. It was back in the early 19th Century. The king had retired, and Salem Singh had taken over the responsibilities. Instead of crowing the prince, Salem Singh tricked the king into making him the official or acting ruler of Jaisalmer. He had conspired against the prince and gotten him exiled. That was the time when his atrocities began. There used to be a haweli (Villa) about eight to ten kilometres away from t