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Thursday Stories 18.4.19


“Give him something to eat.” Krishnamayi ordered someone and sat down on a mat facing him.

A beautiful woman came forward with a plate of fruits, sweets and a glass of a liquid.

“I am not hungry.” Mitesh said.

“Then drink the milk.” Krishnamayi gestured at the glass. “You must be thirsty.”

“I am not thirsty. Let me go.” Mitesh said, trying to keep his senses together. He was lucky that he fell among those people who get calmer when problems crash upon them. Ever since he was a little boy he has noticed that the graver the situations he was in the calmer he used to become.

Mitesh knew one thing- there was no good in angering her unless she chooses to get angry herself.

“I know what that idiot has told you. It’s lie! Had he consumed that glass of milk he truly would have forgotten everything! I have spared so many in past.” she cooed with a strange glint in her huge eyes. “His audacity and misbehavior made me furious. I am not a demon!” she smiled coyly.

If he had seen her in real life he would never have believed that she was a demon. She was so beautiful! Huge sparkling eyes, a cascade of dark hair tumbling down her body like a waterfall. Full lips, perfect nose, arms and fingers she looked like a lover’s dream come true not a witch or demon!

She smiled sweetly, as if was able to read his mind!

“Here!” she picked up the glass and stretched her arm towards him. The glass touched his lips.

“No!” he turned his face away. “I can’t! I just am not thirsty. Please just let me go!”

“Don’t disobey me!” she said, her voice hardened a bit. “I really don’t like people who disrespect a courteous host!”

“I really am not thirsty!” he said without turning his face.

The next sound he heard could not have come out of a human throat, “Don’t you dare disobey me!” he turned with a shock and shudder.

A hideous creature was sitting on the mat opposite.

Its body was twisted, so was its face, its eyes were burning like yellow flames of fire. It was holding the glass in a gnarled, twisted arm with crooked talons that seemed quite capable of ripping his heart apart.

“Drink it!” it roared.

He fell backwards on the floor instinctively.

In an instance he was surrounded by an army of hideous beasts with human torso.

“This is your last chance!” the witch hissed.


This book is for people like me who enjoy a good spook and chill like a daily cup of tea, coffee. The title story is the only story that is common with the previous edition of this book, others are new. This year the book will contain stories of various spooky/fantasy tastes. This year the stories are not much dark though. A mixed platter of fantasy and eerie stories for you! Don’t forget to share your views after reading.

WORDS LEFT BY READERS (For the previous version):

The Black Mist and other Stories: Review:
By Troy David Loy

This is a collection of stories of distinctly Indian flavor, dealing with often dire
supernatural beings of a spiritual nature. Below I briefly note each story:

The Black Mist:
Mitesh has a new real estate purchase in an abandoned village, and a dire legend
surrounding the locale, of a witch out for blood and souls. It doesn’t end well for Mitesh at all . . . I liked this one, a nice start for a collection of this sort.

The Attic:
Ritwik and his family have moved into a new home . . . one with a dire history, and a mysterious intruder who enters the home even with the strictest security measures. They soon discover said dire history, ending on a terrifying note.

The Protest:
Sima is seeing ghosts while incarcerated under a life sentence in prison. Jailed for
serious criminal offenses, only she can see her ghosts, the ghosts of her victims,
though her jailers think her mad. The ghosts, though, have a purpose of their own!

The Doomed:
Chinmayee and Pradyumna witness slaves and their drivers in Mughal dress. They soon discover the secret of the town’s history, reenacted by the ghosts of the past!

Don’t Waste Our Time:
Death’s deputies are going nuts. Induced near death experiences in recreational test subjects are causing problems with the reaping of souls. So the Reapers have a clever plan, one that puts a damper in these would-be tourists of the afterlife…

Jewels of Madhulipi:
Bidisha comes to live in a haunted house, with a persistent ancestor spirit who has something important to show her. This one has a more pleasant ending than the previous, but fits the theme of the book well.

The College Trip:
Prema brings home a souvenir from an outing with fellow students, an evil souvenir, a passenger of sorts that makes her very, very ill. This one too ends on a happier note, concluding this collection with the defeat of evil and the triumph of life.

4.0 out of 5 starsPerfect for Halloween
ByKevin Cooperon 24 October 2017
Format: Kindle Edition

If you want a fresh read for Halloween, but don’t have the time to get into reading a full novel, I would definitely recommend this book of short dark fiction.

Sharmishtha Basu has a unique approach to dark fiction and things tend to begin, en media res in a very masterful way. I particularly liked Black Mist and found myself fully engaged with it. As with most short stories, there isn’t a lot of room for character development, But Sharmishtha’s storytelling technique more than makes up for this problem.

Now the grammar is not perfect, (Seriously, with the constant changes to it, whose is?) but I also have to take into account in this case that English is not this author’s first language, hence the four stars.


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