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     I sensed some strangeness with that site. So, to prevent my identity, especially my face, I covered the webcam with tape and proceeded by clicking the game link. A new window popped out as soon as I clicked the link, asking me to login. It wasn’t an actual login. It was just a temporary one for that particular session. The login portal asked for a username, gender and age. There was also a checkbox with the statement,      ‘I agree to your terms and conditions.’      I entered my username as “White goat”, gender as male, and age as 28 and clicked the checkbox to proceed further. It then took me back to the same dark desire portal where I saw a gif of a man with a whip and chop knife with a goat mask. But, this time, he was not there. Instead, a new chatbot opened at the lower left corner of the screen and he was there as the chatbot. To be continued… Please comment your opinion about this story and share if you like it.

    Fifteen minutes past twenty-three and I was still inside my room, standing beside the door with fear and hesitation. Circled deep inside with thoughts and memories of me and Sri together and happy. I then opened the door, expecting the coldest welcome. The power fired back as soon as I opened the door and heard some pops from behind no later the place was filled with colours and glitters.      ‘What the fish is happening here?’ I shouted as I saw Sri standing behind me with a huge smile and eyes wide open. Beside her, there was the woman whom I was afraid of.     ‘Surprise.’ They greeted in unison.

A kind note to all the readers, I request you to read the previous episodes before reading this episode.      The soothing music of the ‘Lost cause’ brought me back to my childhood. I was clouded with the thoughts of the day I met her. I was doing my undergrad in psychology. It was a fine sunny Monday morning and the clock was running forty minutes past nine. I was on a bus, going to a place where commoners would dare to go. After a twenty-minute ride on a bumpy road, I eventually reached the place. It was an asylum and I was there to visit a special person. A person who triggered my attention. I came to know about a patient, who killed her entire family. My thesis instructor asked me to pay a visit to that asylum and stay there for a while and make a detailed report about that woman. I was very much excited to hear such an interesting piece of news. It was my dream since childhood to go to an asylum and spend some time with the people who live there. I entered the asylum, going past

Kind attention to the readers, I request you to read the previous episodes before reading this if you are reading this story for the first time.   It was raining outside and I was sitting on my couch, clouded with the thoughts of the woman I had seen. My eyes were heavy, but that dream, it took my desire away from sleep. I decided to pass the upcoming three hours on my couch awaiting the dawn. With a huge sigh, I leaned over the pillow, with my eyes gazing over the portrait of Billie Eilish. ‘Who would hate such a woman?’ I said and continued to stare at her portrait that was hanging on the wall. I turned on my television for some music, I jumped to youtube. It was there on the screen, a playlist named Billie. I hit the play button to let a dose of drug flow through my ears. I immersed myself into her world through her songs with a great start from ‘No time to die’ to a slow dose of heaven called, ‘When the party’s over!’ I just lost myself in her voice which made me dumb enough

A kind note to all the readers, This is the third episode of the series named “The Witch I fell in love with.” I suggest you to read the first two episodes before reading it.      ‘Wake up,’ a disembodied voice hit my ears from a place that was away from my sight. The voice was smoky, soothing, comforting and sweet. There is no man in this world who could possibly hate a person with such a sweet voice. I was very much curious to see the woman behind that voice. I started walking in the direction of that voice. I knew I was dreaming. Unlike the previous dream, this one was quite beautiful to my eyes but filled with wiggling worms and a disgusting odour that was following me from the previous dream. I was not a noobie to such dreams. I used to dream a lot and I’ve seen places which were much worse than this. But, the one thing that was new to me was the voice. I never heard such a voice in any of my dreams. All those voices I heard were the screaming minions and shrilling demons. I w

A kind note to the readers,             I request you to read the previous post once again before you read this one. Thanks.      I noticed my grandma’s telephone that was ringing. I was shocked to witness that strange happening. ‘How is it possible for a dead telephone to ring like that?’ I doubted my own sense. My legs crawled towards the old phone and my hands were shivering. Having a little courage and a heart full of fear and anxiety, I made up my mind to answer the call. The anxiety to know the person behind the call drove my fear away. I slowly held my hand to the receiver and gently lifted it from its place of rest. It was as silent as a mother’s womb, like a dead man’s voice. A minute later, I felt somet disturbance inside my head. A voice, not the one I heard before. I closed my eyes to concentrate much deeper. It was a woman, a voice of a woman, a woman I never met before. ‘Wake up,’ she whispered from inside of my head. The moment I heard that voice, I was blown up from

     On a pleasant evening, I was there waiting for you in a place where the sky was covered with a blanket made of roses, cute little cupids with beaks singing and the trees were dancing to the tune of love. Then came the minions of colours to add some nectar to the place and finally, the carrier came, carrying the scent of your love to where I was waiting for you. I made sure that every inch of that place was filled with the love I had for you. There you came, like a queen’s envoy to her king, like a Rose to Jack, like an Olivia to Orsino, with your never-ending charm. You came in, like a fjord, that goes deep inside the heart of the land.      All of a sudden, I felt something strange happening around me, every step you took forward, I began to move away from you. It was not my feet that were moving. I felt the scent of ghouls around me. I felt like, I was held tight to their hands that took me away. It was then, that I lost the scent of your love, the place grew colder, the cupid

   Fear. It is the only feeling that hit us before doing something new or strange. We humans often fear of being scared. Whatever stunts we do, this fear will eventually consumes us. We fear almost everything we come across. We fear the dark, we fear the light, we fear the sun, we fear the moon, we fear gods and demons, we fear witches and priests, we often fear our own race, humans. Above all these, we fear the rejection we're about to face. We fear to ask money from our dad, we fear the wrath of our mom after introducing our girl or boy friend, we fear to express our talents, we fear to confess to our loved ones.    'Oh fuck! I can't tolerate a rejection,' are the words that emerge out of shity people who's expecting every fortune to hit their shiny plate of life. Consume your fears, convert them as your fuel. Go and confess without the fear of rejection. You can be great :)

     Previously, on the mansion. A man was driving back to his home from his office amidst heavy unforgiving rain. His car got broke down, leaving him stranded in the middle of a highway in solitude. After some time, he found an old abandoned mansion. He decided to seek shelter in the mansion for the night and opened the main door. He could not believe his own eyes about what he saw. It was some kind of demonic worship that was happening inside the mansion and a strange woman appears eventually, finding out the protagonist hiding behind the couch. Episode 3:      ‘Fuck! I’ll be dead meat if they lay hands on me.’ I said to myself with a bladder full of fear. The main door of the mansion was still open and I had no other go but to run like a fucking rabbit to save my precious ass from these bitches.      ‘Get that bastard…’ shouted the elder witch and her puppets started chasing me like a bloodhound hunting its prey.      I was running as fast as I could to get away from them. I

     In the previous episode, a man was driving back to his home from his office amidst heavy unforgiving rain. His car got broke down, leaving him stranded in the middle of a highway in solitude. After some time, he found an old abandoned mansion. He decided to seek shelter in the mansion for the night and opened the main door.   Episode 2:      When I opened the main door to the mansion, I saw something disturbing happening inside. I saw a group of women sitting in front of a flame in a circle. They were all dressed in black with a hood to cover up their heads. They were all holding their hands like a chain and they were chanting some mantras. I was terrified to see that because it didn’t seem like a usual ritual performed by holy people. It was a lot darker than the one I’d seen. The mantras they were chanting, I was sure that it wasn’t Sanskrit or any language that I’ve known. It was different and it scared the elixir out of my body. I was eavesdropping on their ritual and su

    On a rainy night, I was driving back to my home from the office. It was heavy rain that flooded the road. I could see nothing but a layer of fog in front of me. The wiper wasn’t helpful this time. I was listening to a podcast about paranormal research. Doctor Dorian was sharing her paranormal experiences with her audience and she was telling about her findings and conclusions, after years of research in that field. She concluded that ghosts are some entities. She wasn’t sure about its existence. But she concluded that there was no proof to say that there are no ghosts around us. She had a theory, stating that there were other paranormal entities around us. She believed that they do exist but in a different dimension. She said that these entities are not in the dimension we used to live in for thousands of years. The podcast was very much interesting and I was driving my way home. Usually, it would take me 40 minutes of drive to reach my home. But, that night was different. The rain

    On a Monday night, everyone in the house was sailing deep into the ocean of sleep. But, I was not doing the same. I was stranded back on the shore waiting for by boat to arrive soon. In the meanwhile, when I was lying on my bed, gazing at the roof, I felt something strange around me. The air around me grew thicker over time, making it difficult for me to breathe. There was also this foul smell coming from outside of my room. When I stood up from my bed, I was surprised to find my grandpa missing from his bed. I could see a light from the living room through the cleave on my door. When I opened the door, I was thrilled to see the mess that was waiting for me. There was a flame burning in the middle of the living room and I could see my family lying down with tied hands and taped mouth. I went near my brother to wake him, who was lying close to me. I didn’t realise that the real nightmare awaits ahead. As I went near him, I saw his slit throat. It was spine-tingling to look at my own