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The Uninvited Guest at the Wedding

A Christian wedding in Dwarka Sector 1 takes a sinister turn as a mysterious man reveals the bride’s dark connection to a cult. Secrets unravel, and terror strikes.

The wedding hall in Dwarka Sector 1 was adorned with glowing fairy lights, the air buzzing with laughter and the scent of roses. Two brothers, Anish and Joel, along with their cousins Priya and Elena, had gathered to celebrate their elder brother Ryan’s Christian wedding to his fiancé, Clara. It was supposed to be a joyful occasion, but unease hung like a shadow over the celebrations.

Priya was the first to notice the man. Tall, gaunt, and dressed in black, he stood in the far corner of the room, watching the ceremony with a cold intensity. “Who is that?” she whispered to Joel. He shrugged, but unease flickered in his eyes.

As the vows were exchanged, the man moved closer, his presence almost palpable. Clara seemed distracted, glancing at him several times. After the ceremony, Anish, ever curious, approached him. “Are you from Clara’s side?” he asked.

The man’s lips curled into a thin smile. “I’m here for her… and him.” His gaze lingered on Ryan.

Later that evening, Elena stumbled upon an old journal in Clara’s bridal suite. The pages were filled with cryptic symbols and references to a cult—The Binding Circle. One entry read: “The union seals the pact. The groom becomes the vessel.”

Panic set in. The four cousins confronted Clara, but she denied everything, her voice trembling. When they turned to find the man in black, he had vanished, leaving behind a faint, sulfuric smell.

That night, the lights flickered, and strange whispers echoed through the hall. By morning, Ryan was gone, his wedding ring left on the altar.

They never saw him again, but the man in black returned to their nightmares, always watching, always waiting.

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The Woman Who Never Left

A strange woman seeks help from three friends in Mayur Vihar Phase 2, but what follows is a chilling nightmare that refuses to end. Evil has found its way in.

It was Mebin’s last weekend in Delhi before moving to Canada. He, Sanskriti, and Prajit decided to grab a late-night snack near their apartment in Mayur Vihar Phase 2. The streets were unusually empty, the air heavy with a strange stillness. As they laughed about old memories, a woman in a tattered red saree appeared from the shadows.

“Please… help me,” she whispered, her voice barely above the wind.

Mebin hesitated, but Sanskriti, always kind-hearted, stepped forward. “What happened?”

The woman’s dark eyes locked onto them, unblinking. “My house… it’s nearby. I need help getting something.”

Something about her felt wrong, but before they could refuse, she turned and walked into the dimly lit alley. Against better judgment, they followed.

Inside the crumbling house, the air reeked of damp wood and something foul. The woman motioned toward a locked door. “Inside,” she said flatly.

Prajit, uneasy, clutched Sanskriti’s arm. “Let’s leave,” he muttered.

The woman turned sharply, her once-human features twisting into something grotesque. Her mouth stretched into an unnatural grin. “You already came inside. Now, you stay.”

The door slammed shut behind them. The walls pulsed as if breathing. A whisper filled the air: “One must stay with me.”

The lights flickered, and the woman… was now standing inches from Mebin.

Someone was not making it out.

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Scary Hours at Select City Walk

After hours at Select City Walk, eerie events trap a maintenance worker, a Starbucks manager, and a salesperson in a supernatural nightmare they can’t escape.

The last shoppers had left, and the towering glass doors of Select City Walk locked behind them. The mall stood eerily silent, stripped of its usual buzz. Vikram, the maintenance guy, sighed as he grabbed his toolbox. Another late-night shift. The escalators needed fixing, but something about the stillness unsettled him.

Inside Starbucks, Manager Rishi Kapoor finished counting the day’s cash. The smell of coffee lingered, but something else mixed with it—a damp, earthy scent. He rubbed his temples. Maybe he was just tired. Across the hall, Tanya, a 23-year-old salesperson from a high-end boutique, was shutting the store’s shutters when she felt a chill. The AC had been turned off, but the air was unnaturally cold.

Then, the lights flickered. A loud thud echoed from the empty food court. Tanya turned, heart hammering. “Hello?” Her voice barely rose above a whisper. No response.

Vikram, hearing the sound, walked toward the food court, flashlight trembling in his grip. As he reached the center, the chairs—neatly arranged moments ago—were now scattered. One spun slowly, as if someone had just left it. Then, a whisper: Leave.

Rishi’s phone buzzed—a text from Tanya: Something’s wrong. Meet me near the exit. But as he stepped outside Starbucks, the glass display reflected something terrifying. A shadowy figure stood behind him, its hollow eyes staring right at him.

The exit doors wouldn’t budge. They were locked in, trapped with something that thrived after dark. And it was just getting started.

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