Horror story 1600ad: The cursed Wheel Chair

The cursed Wheel Chair

**📌 The Wheel Chair –**

🪑 Imagine a chair...
One that, when someone sits on it and spins, transports them to a mysterious planet — a world that looks very similar to Earth…
but is something far worse.

This strange place is inhabited by cannibalistic beings who hunt down only sinful humans.
But even these monsters are hunted —
by a damned spirit, a soul that committed such horrific sins in life that even death refused to accept it.

---The cursed Wheel Chair

The chair’s dark origin goes back thousands of years to ancient Cairo, Egypt.
Today, it was stored away in a museum…
until one night, greedy thieves stole it and sold it to the city’s most feared gangster — Siddharth Bakhshi.

---The cursed Wheel Chair

But when Siddharth sat on the chair…
he was transported into that horrifying realm.
A world where he could only return if someone truly innocent chose to sit on the cursed chair willingly.

---The cursed Wheel Chair

👹 Cannibals,
🔥 A vengeful spirit,
🚪 A portal to another dimension,
and
⛓️ A terrifying price for sin…

"The Wheel Chair" takes you on a journey
where fear is alive,
mystery is deep,
and redemption may be the worst punishment of all.

---The cursed Wheel Chair

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---The cursed Wheel Chair

🚫 Remember…
If you’re a sinner — never sit on that chair.
And if you’re truly innocent…
it just might be the end of you.

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The Wheel Chair – The Tale of a Cursed Seat

(Part 1: The Return of the Curse)

Prologue

Thousands of years ago, in Cairo, Egypt, a chair was built. But this was no ordinary chair. It was crafted from black ebony wood, stained with blood that had long since dried into its grains. It was said to have been made on the command of a sinful soul — a man who had committed so many atrocities that even death refused to accept him. His spirit became trapped within the chair — a door, a snare… a torment.

Centuries passed. Civilizations fell. The chair was locked away in the deepest halls of a museum — cursed, silent… but still alive.

Chapter 1: The Theft

Mumbai, present day.

Late at night, three masked thieves climbed over the walls of a city museum. For them, it was just another job — steal an old, strange-looking wheelchair and sell it to the city’s most notorious crime lord, Siddharth Bakhshi.

“This thing looks like it belonged to some ancient king,” one of the thieves whispered.

Another nervously touched the metal handle, and suddenly a thunderous roar echoed through the museum — as if something had screamed. But no one was there.

The thieves hesitated, but greed won. They loaded the chair into a truck... and something snapped.

One of the thieves’ eyes began to bleed, and before the others could stop him, he slit his own throat. The remaining two ran away in terror.

Chapter 2: Siddharth’s Laugh

Siddharth Bakhshi. A name that made even the police shiver. That night, he sat in an abandoned warehouse when the chair was brought before him.

“This was made for me,” he smirked, and sat on it.

...and suddenly everything went black.

A mist swirled before his eyes, and he collapsed.

When he woke up—he was there.

Chapter 3: The Other World

Around him were green forests, massive stone formations, a deep blue sky. Birds soared above — but their faces looked disturbingly human. And in front of him stood beings shaped like men but with pitch-black eyes, long claws, wolf-like teeth, and loose, gray, leathery skin.

This was not Earth.

It was Earth’s shadow.

A parallel planet — where the people were cannibals that hunted only those humans who were full of sin.

Chapter 4: The Hunt

Siddharth was alone. Hungry, thirsty, scared. But he knew — fear would make him weak.

He hid through the night, but then he saw...

A girl — her eyes blazing with fire — killing the cannibals one by one. In her hands was a spear made of black flames. Wherever it struck, only ashes remained.

She was no human. She was a spirit — one that had sinned so greatly in her life that both Heaven and Hell had rejected her. Now she hunted the cannibals... but never spared sinners.

Chapter 5: The Condition

An old monk approached Siddharth — he had only one eye, and his tongue was cut.

He gestured to Siddharth and wrote on the ground:

“You can return only
if someone truly innocent sits on the chair.”

Siddharth laughed. “Who in this world is truly innocent?”

But he didn’t know that this laugh would cost him his soul.

Part 2: The Price of Sin

Chapter 6: Return to the City

Back in the real world, Siddharth’s body lay unconscious. The doctors said he was in a coma. But his men were growing fearful.

The chair had begun to move on its own. Anyone who approached it heard whispers in an unknown language.

Two of Siddharth’s men were forced to sit in it.

Neither ever came back.

Chapter 7: A New Target

Now, the hunting spirit wasn’t confined to the other world.

A museum guard was found writing in blood on the wall:

“Those who sin become the chair’s feast.”

Police got involved. A junior officer named Aditya, young and honest, was sent to investigate.

He touched the chair — and it calmed.

His eyes turned blue. But he did not disappear.

Chapter 8: The Duel

Siddharth was becoming more and more unhinged in that other world. His soul was being consumed by the chair. The spirit — the hunter — was seeking him.

She appeared before him.

“You can survive... on one condition.”

“What?” Siddharth whispered.

“Someone pure — someone innocent — must sit in the chair. Only then will you be set free.”