Encounter with the Ghostly Bride | A Spine-Chilling Horror Story

 

The old highway outside the town was silent after midnight. Locals warned travelers about a ghostly bride who appeared on wedding nights, searching for the groom she never had. Most laughed it off—until something strange happened.

One night, Rahul was driving home after a late wedding. Near a broken milestone, he saw a woman standing alone in a red bridal dress. Her veil covered her face. Feeling uneasy but concerned, he stopped and offered help. She silently entered the back seat.

As the car moved, the temperature dropped sharply. Rahul noticed in the mirror that her reflection was missing. The radio crackled with wedding music, slow and distorted. He asked where she was going.

She lifted her veil.

Her face was burned, eyes hollow and wet with tears. “To the place where I died,” she whispered.

The car turned on its own toward an abandoned bridge. Rahul slammed the brakes, praying. When he opened his eyes, the car was stopped safely on the road. The back seat was empty, but red bangles lay broken on the floor.

The next morning, Rahul learned a bride had died on that bridge years ago. Even today, drivers say a bride waits there—still hoping someone will take her home.







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The Haunted Secret of the Cremation Ground | A Spine-Chilling Horror Story

 

At the edge of the city lay an old cremation ground that no one visited after sunset. The air there was always cold, carrying the smell of ash and burnt wood. Locals believed the spirits of the uncremated dead wandered between the pyres, waiting for peace that never came.

One night, Karan, a journalist chasing a big story, entered the cremation ground with a camera and a torch. The flames of half-burnt pyres flickered without wind. As he walked deeper, he heard chanting mixed with distant cries. His torchlight revealed shadows moving where no bodies lay.

Suddenly, a figure rose from the ashes—a man with a charred face and hollow eyes. “Why did you come?” it whispered. Karan tried to run, but the ground felt soft, as if hands were pulling him down. Bells rang from nowhere, and the fire burned blue.

Dozens of spirits appeared, circling him, their bodies covered in ash. They spoke in one voice, “This is where souls are trapped.”

At dawn, villagers found Karan’s camera near the pyres. The last footage showed him screaming as ash covered the lens. Since then, the cremation ground burns even when no fire is lit—and someone is always watching.

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