When a late-night office Zoom call spirals into strange audio glitches, one employee begins to hear a voice that wasn’t on the meeting roster. She’s not muted. And she’s not human. What starts as a technical bug becomes something much darker.
Horror Stories
After a team member vanishes during a late-night video call, her name disappears from every work group chat. Except one. The old HR onboarding channel suddenly lights up with her typing—days after her sudden exit. Nobody remembers adding her back. And the messages only appear when the office goes dark.
When Meera moved into her new Bengaluru apartment, her phone began reading group chats aloud before they were ever sent. The voice was hers, yet distorted, and always one day early. What started as a tech glitch quickly unraveled into something that knew too much about deaths that hadn’t happened yet.
When Neela hears footsteps from the supposedly unoccupied flat above her, she convinces herself it’s plumbing or neighbors. But the sounds follow a pattern. Conversations echo at 2:37 a.m. every night. No one has ever lived there—officially. And yet, something still moves.
Har roz wo IT engineer ek hi signal pe atakta tha… par kuch toh ajeeb tha us morh par. Na CCTV chalta, na maps sahi rasta batate. Ek din signal ne usse rokna nahi, bulaana shuru kar diya.
Gurgaon ke ek corporate office mein nayi recruiter Neha ko har cheez normal lagi, bas ek baat chhodkar — lift ground se niche basement floor tak kabhi nahi jaati thi. Kehte hain, kuch saal pehle wahan ek employee ne apne aap ko burn kar diya tha. Par kisi ne sach kaha, kuch floor us jagah…
Raat ko ek purani group chat khuli… aur Sabir ne dekha ki koi ek ‘last seen’ pe atak gaya hai. Par yeh banda toh teen saal pehle mar chuka tha, na? Jab purani yaadein digital ban jaayein, kuch yaadein kabhi logout nahi hoti.
Vaibhav ne Dilli ke ek naye flat mein shift karna toh socha, lekin wahan subah jaise aati hi nahi. Light aati hai, par waqt ruk gaya lagta hai. Har din bas ek hi waqt me atka hua… kuch toh ulta hai.
Nayi-nayi shifting thi Mumbai ke ek purane college hostel mein. Ek kamra tha, jahan unlike others, zameen ke kone mein ek bada planters box tha. Jis bhi student ne usme haath lagaya… wo ya to paagal ho gaya, ya phir gayab. Ab Neel ka number tha. Par is paudhe ki bhukh sirf paani se nahi…
Raat ke saade das baje, Ravi ko ek video call aayi. Caller ID tha uski purani dost Isha ka — par Isha ne toh teen mahine pehle suicide kiya tha… Phir woh call kaun kar raha tha? Aur kyun screen ke peechhe koi aur chal raha tha?