Trapped With the Spirits at Midnight

For ten lakh rupees, I agreed to burn cash for a mysterious aunty’s midnight shraadh—but every note fed her youth and stole my years. Locked inside my own home, I watched helplessly as my body withered and her beauty bloomed. Now, with only a childhood god’s blessing left, I must outwit the witch before I become her next sacrifice.

When her dead father rises with a stranger’s soul, she hopes for miracles—but instead, he sells her to a powerful old master in the city. Trapped in servitude, her only escape is learning to read in secret, while betrayal and poverty threaten to crush her spirit. Will she find her lost sister, or will her fate be decided by the whims of the living and the dead?

On Diwali Eve, thirty-four students are locked inside their hostel classroom, forced to play a deadly WhatsApp and PayTM game sent from the account of a classmate who died days ago. Each round, the unlucky must perform humiliating or fatal tasks, while betrayal and old secrets explode in the suffocating dark. With every PayTM jingle, the line between superstition, guilt, and supernatural vengeance blurs—no one can leave, and only the luckiest will survive till morning.

Every night, my family runs from a darkness that knows my name—a nameless terror that already claimed my twin and left a trail of blood in our past. In every city, we hide, never daring to speak my name after sunset, haunted by secrets my parents refuse to reveal. But tonight, the shadow has found us again—and this time, it wants me.

When Ishaan’s beloved bhabhi dies mysteriously, she returns from the dead to warn him: 'Run.' Haunted by her vengeful spirit and trapped by his own family’s secrets, Ishaan clings to a cursed locket and forbidden rituals just to survive the night. In a house where even the priest is afraid, can Ishaan escape the sins that refuse to die—or will he be the next to hang from the ceiling fan?

When a brutal, inhuman killer strikes on a night train, I cling to my Chacha ji’s side—his fear and secrets more chilling than the murders. With every compartment sealed and a deadly imposter lurking among us, even the police can’t save us. But as the men in black interrogate every passenger, I realize the real danger may not be the monster outside—but the family I trust most.

Once a king of the highways, Rohan’s world is shattered by his brother’s betrayal and his wife’s dying wish—never seek revenge. Now, drowning in debt, he’s hired to break a deadly spirit’s hold on a haunted girl whose nightmares are killing her. Armed with a cursed neem whip and haunted by his own grief, Rohan must battle a love-obsessed ghost in the graveyard where the living and the damned are bound by blood and broken promises.

Rohan makes his living sabotaging locks, but tonight’s late-night call to Flat 1404 leads him straight into a nightmare. The woman who begged for help is either a terrified soul—or already a corpse, lying headless in a blood-soaked saree on the stairwell, her phone still ringing with Rohan’s number. Trapped between guilt and terror, Rohan realizes he may have opened a door that should never have been unlocked.

Sneha thought she’d found a saviour, but Kabir—the town’s most handsome hero—locked her in a house of horrors, where corpses piled higher than her hope. Forced to survive by crawling over the dead, she must choose: stay silent and die, or risk everything to expose the devil behind the prince’s smile. In a land where shame kills faster than knives, her confession could doom her forever—or set her soul free.

A cursed ceiling fan claimed the life of their beloved son, leaving a family’s kirana shop haunted by whispers and dread. When a mysterious beggar warns of a midnight reckoning, old wounds reopen—and a stranger’s arrival under the fan stirs restless spirits. As the storm rages, a child’s innocent voice reveals the chilling truth: some debts of blood can never be repaid, and not every ghost wants to leave.

I woke up covered in blood, surrounded by monstrous disciples in a twisted Ramayana where the rules change with every step. One wrong move and even Hanuman hungers for my flesh, while the line between gods and demons blurs. With every rule a trap and every ally a threat, can I survive when my own followers are waiting to devour me?

When Arjun returns to the hostel, he's unrecognisable—covered in blood, tearing off his own skin, and howling outside our locked door. As panic spreads through the WhatsApp group, we realise the 'madman' is one of our own, and whatever infected him could be coming for us next. Trapped by fear, betrayal, and the stench of death, we tie ourselves to our beds, knowing that by morning, any one of us could turn into the next monster.