The Dreadful Postman of the New Moon Night | A Spine-Chilling Horror Story

 

On every new moon night, the small town of Bhairavpur fell unnaturally silent. Doors were locked, lights turned off, and no one checked their mail. The reason was simple—the postman came only on Amavasya.



Raghav, a newcomer to the town, laughed at the warnings. One Amavasya night, he heard a slow knock at exactly midnight. Standing outside was a postman in an old uniform, his face pale and eyes empty. Without a word, he handed Raghav a letter addressed in his own handwriting.

Confused, Raghav opened it. The paper was cold and smelled of ash. It read: “You have been selected.”

The postman smiled, revealing blackened teeth, and pointed behind Raghav. The room darkened, and shadows crawled across the walls. Chains rattled as whispers filled the air—names of people who had disappeared years ago.

Raghav tried to scream, but no sound came out. The postman stepped inside, leaving wet footprints that burned into the floor. “Delivery is never late,” he whispered.

By morning, Raghav’s house stood empty. Only one letter lay on the table, addressed to the next resident—already written, already waiting.



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