Posts from the horror category.
The chocolate was left at her doorstep—no note, no wrapper, just a perfect square with a faint gold shimmer. Ira didn’t remember ordering anything sweet, but something about the piece called to her. It smelled like burnt caramel and forest rain. Odd, but inviting. She took it inside, placed it on a ceramic plate, and stared. Midnight struck. Her phone buzzed—\Eat it. Now.\The number was unknown. S...
Dedicated to Richard Matheson.\I am pretty sure that before any place becomes a so-called hill station, they check off a pre-requisite list of points that should be there on it - a lover's point, a sunset one and now one of these - an echo point.\, said Amar while walking up the steps with Anjali.\Well, if someone was considerate enough to not go to a typical tourist place, we may not have ended d...