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Thursday Stories 25.4.19


Mitesh just stared at the battalion surrounding him, without uttering a word or opening his mouth, in case she forces something down his throat.

“Take him to the altar!” the witch screeched.

Pairs of hands grabbed him, a few buckets of cold water was thrown on him to purify his body. They smeared his forehead with vermillion and lifted him like a plastic doll and carried him to the altar.

The old man was right.

This was no idol of mother goddess on that altar. It was male and one look at its face unleashed a surge of stark horror. He felt he was sinking in a land of pitch darkness and horror- insane horror. He closed his eyes and prayed.

The sweet voice of Krishnamayi rang in his ears. “Drink it son, forget everything and return to your world!”

He opened his eyes. She was back in her seductress form. Sitting there smiling as if nothing has happened. Her demons have vanished.

He realized it was his only chance.

The road that brought him to the temple was barely a foot away from the place he was standing.

He took a leap and landed on the road and started to run. The border of the marsh was only few meters away from the altar. The temple truly moved around that marsh land. It was almost at the border now not middle.

He heard monstrous howls echoing all around him. He just ran blindly, insanely!

“Don’t you think you can escape me!” Mitesh heard the monstrous howl of the furious witch coming from the temple. He was out of the marshland in a few seconds. The minute he touched the barren field surrounding the marsh lost his senses.

He regained his consciousness in a place he recognized after a little time.

It was a few miles away from his ancestral village. He got up and looked around him. A foot or two away from him was the black marsh- reminding him that Krishnamayi was not a dream. But there was no sign of the hideous creatures or the mist, it was broad daylight, all he could see was the temple at a long, long distance. In its actual position, in the middle of the marsh.

This time she has devoured his ancestral village and the land up to the highway. Just the parts she had to when she was trying to catch them. He was sitting by that tongue, close to his ancestral village. A stretch of land with oozing black liquid, the houses and everything else was gone.

He shrank away from it as if it was something live, could drag him back to the hell from where he has escaped.


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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