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Thursday Stories 20.6.19



He called up the remaining survivors and told them the story and the remedy. But fate was not on their side. One by one they perished within a week.

It was exactly fifteen days later. He was sitting in his drawing room. Staring vacantly at the television, it was showing some funny movie. Last fifteen days have been living nightmare for him, he has been seeing that woman everywhere!

His eyes fell on the window and he realized with sinking heart that the street lights and lights of windows of other buildings have disappeared. There was pitch darkness outside his window. So black that he felt he could touch it if he opened the window.

They blew open by themselves and the darkness entered the room, a wall of darkness started to roll towards him. He tried to scream but his mouth did not move. His eyes fell on the mirror opposite to his sofa, a creature without a mouth – with only a pair of eyes was staring back at him wearing the dress he was wearing.

He was sucked in.

He discovered himself on the narrow path facing a temple enveloped in a black light. Just like the light of sun during full eclipse, only darker. He could hear the bells chiming and the loud incantation of mantras chanted by a woman coming from the temple.

He tried turning back and running away from the temple. But something shoved him hard, towards the temple.

He looked back and a pair of burning red eyes met his. He could not see anything else but a harsh, powerful shove pushed him forward again.

The road was closed upon by dark boiling pool of mud or something else on both sides, hairy hands with talons shot out of it to grab his ankle but stopped short of the path, it seemed the path was the only thing keeping them away from him.

He kept moving forward because the creature behind him took care of that he does that. He reached the stairs of the temple and saw her.

Krishnamayi was so seductive! Her body was full, plump in Indian way, it seemed one of the statues of Khajuraho has taken the form of a woman. She smiled sweetly at him.

“Leave him alone son!” Krishnamayi smiled at the creature behind him, “He is now mine and my Lord’s.’”

“Sit down!” Krishnamayi gestured at an asan (mat) spread on the temple floor.



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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