Call me the jester, call me a freak. But I run this freak show.
"I am waiting for my mama and papa to fetch me here. They said they will be back", the little boy said.
That was the year of 1999. I had been visited Mumbai, accompanied by my parents. There we booked a hotel room, which was totally sea side. But we couldn't think even in dream that our tour would be turned into a nightmare, very soon. We noticed...
Slamming the door shut behind me, I grimaced when I saw the cheap Halloween trinkets my mother took the liberty to hung over the dying Oleander tree behind our house. The result was terrifyingly realistic, it won't be a surprised if scary looking...
The battle with in is always the hardest to win.
Offerings for the deceased people during hungry ghost festival,is it real? Uncover it by reading this story...
It all started as a leak, a simple, repetitive leak - drip, drip, drip.
I have a confession to make. I don't like showing people my work. I know that sounds ridiculous. What kind of photographer doesn't want to show the world his work? Isn't that the point of photography - to catch a moment in time and share it?
This is a fiction story, about a horror experience, which I really did not feel in my life. This story tells about an unhappy spirit, who returned regularly to the place where he died.
Get into thw web of horror spider with a pinch of fear!
Read this heart breaking story to find out what was behind this silent,lonely and old room.
Rumors in Maria's school says that sometimes the elevator came from below the ground floor.. is it true?