The Neighbour Vanished at Midnight

A beggar’s warning haunts Arjun’s family shop: at midnight, a vengeful spirit will claim a life. When Meera—estranged, grieving, and desperate—arrives with her eerie, shadowless family, Dadi and Dada must decide: shelter the outcasts or risk the wrath of the dead. As thunder shakes the walls and old sins come crawling back, no one knows who in the house is truly alive—and who is only waiting to take someone’s place.

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.

Five years after a brutal murder shattered a quiet gaon, the prime suspect—Shyam—vanished into the bargad grove, leaving behind only blood, a gold chain, and a widow’s silent tears. But as his old mother clings to secret money drops and the survivor’s lips remain sealed, the real truth hides behind the red lipstick and whispered betrayals. In a village where even trees remember, everyone suspects Shyam, but only the dead know who truly sinned that night.

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.

When three members of a respected farming family are brutally slaughtered in their home, all eyes turn to Ananya—the educated, city-bred bride-to-be, now vanished without a trace. In a village gripped by fear and shame, whispers of poison, forbidden love, and unspeakable abuse swirl as more bodies fall. But as the police close in, it becomes clear: in Gopalpur, everyone has a secret, and the real killer may be hiding behind the most innocent face of all.

When sleepless nights and shameless quacks push him to the edge, a new tenant declares war on the colony’s most notorious couple. But revenge in Delhi isn’t simple—every act of payback sparks a fresh battle, with the entire building watching, hungry for masala. In a world where privacy is thinner than a Patanjali tissue, will he survive the madness or become the next colony legend?

When trucker Rao breaks every rule and picks up a terrified family at midnight, he thinks he’s saving them from a madman in a red sports car. But as the haunted ghat road unravels its secrets, Rao realizes the girl in the backseat may not belong to the world of the living—or that his own lost child’s fate is tied to the spirit chasing them. On a night where even prayers can’t guarantee safety, whose daughter will the restless ghost claim?

Seven years after his five-year-old daughter vanished in their old building, a grieving father discovers her face haunting the stained walls—and a pink hair clip hidden in the crumbling cement. As his desperate search reopens old wounds, secrets begin to unravel: Why does the local kabadiwala mutter about missing children, and what is his wife so desperate to burn and forget? Every clue drags him deeper into a web of betrayal, madness, and a horrifying truth buried where no one dares to look.

After moving into a luxurious Goa bungalow, Meera’s dream life turns into a nightmare when chilling signs reveal a hidden intruder. Her fears are dismissed as superstition—until her Navy officer husband finally sees a shadow lurking where no one should be. In a country where 'apna ghar' means safety, can Meera protect her family from a stranger who refuses to leave?

Obsessed with the mysterious beauty next door, I watched Meera’s secret life unravel through a hole in the wall—her forbidden love, her past as a kotha girl, and the betrayal that would end in blood. When I stole her hidden dowry to save my own love, I set off a chain of violence and tragedy that nobody in Old Bazaar Lane would ever speak of. Years later, with a wife and children, I thought I’d escaped my sins—until Meera’s haunting eyes met mine across a crowded restaurant, and the past demanded its price.

When a desperate mother moves into a cheap top-floor flat in the heart of the Ganga basin, she finds only whispers of ghostly wails, swarms of flies, and electricity bills that skyrocket for no reason. But as hidden floor plans and chilling clues surface, a horrifying secret emerges: someone is mummified within the apartment’s very walls. Will she uncover the truth before she becomes the next story whispered over chai in the bazaar?

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.