🩸👹 Aghori’s Revenge 👹🩸
⚰️🌑 “Aghori’s Revenge” 🌑⚰️
Seven Aghoris… who ate the flesh of the dead, drank their blood, and sought immortality through dark rituals.
But one night, their ritual was broken… and a 🔥 bloody soul 🔥 was born,
now hunting every human to quench its thirst for revenge.
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The Revenge of the Aghori
Part – 1
About 40 kilometers from Varanasi, in Uttar Pradesh, lies the village of Kailashpur, settled on the banks of the Ganges. People believed this place was mysterious. A dense forest surrounded the village, and no one dared to go inside. It was said that deep in the forest stood an old, crumbling cremation ground where Aghori sadhus lived day and night. Villagers believed they ate the flesh of the dead, drank their blood, and performed dark rituals.
The elders of the village used to say:
“Whoever went into that forest never came back. And even if someone returned, they soon died a painful death.”
In this same village lived Shruti Mishra, a 20-year-old innocent girl. She was in college and often met her boyfriend Rohan Verma near an old mansion at the edge of the forest. Rohan was a brave and stubborn young man who thought all the village stories were nothing but superstition.
That Night...
It was the night of August 28, 2021. Dark clouds covered the sky, and a strange chill floated in the air. Shruti quietly slipped out of her house and headed into the forest to meet Rohan. They had met there many times before, but that night the silence was unusual. No rustling of leaves, no sound of crickets… just a suffocating stillness.
As Shruti stepped deeper into the woods, she saw faint flickers of fire far away. She thought it might be a signal from Rohan. But when she got closer, her heart froze in terror.
The Horrifying Scene of the Aghori
Seven Aghoris sat around a fire. Their bodies were smeared with ash, their eyes glowing red. In front of them lay a freshly dead human body. The Aghoris were tearing the flesh apart with their bare hands—one was gnawing on bones, another sucking blood from veins.
Their demonic laughter echoed through the forest. The air stank of rotten flesh and blood.
The moment Shruti saw this, an uncontrollable scream burst from her mouth.
The Aghoris immediately turned toward her, their eyes burning with fury.
“Who’s there?” one of them roared.
Shruti panicked and ran blindly through the forest. All seven Aghoris chased after her. Their heavy footsteps and monstrous shouts tore through the night’s silence.
The First Death
While running, Shruti glanced back. One of the Aghoris stumbled on tree roots and fell hard. Burning logs tumbled over him, setting his skin on fire. His screams of agony filled the forest as he died a gruesome, fiery death.
The remaining Aghoris stopped in their tracks. Their eyes locked onto Shruti. The oldest among them shouted:
“Our ritual has been broken… because of this girl! Now she will bear the curse. The spirit of the dead will not let her live in peace. Her family, her friends… all will suffer her torment!”
Somehow, Shruti managed to reach home. She told everyone what she had seen, but nobody believed her.
The Curse Begins
The very next day, strange events started happening.
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At night, Shruti dreamt of the same scene—Aghoris eating flesh, drinking blood, and moving toward her.
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Whenever someone died in her dreams, the same death occurred in real life.
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First, the family dog was found with its neck twisted.
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Then her father suddenly died of a heart attack, though he had been perfectly healthy.
Shruti’s mental state began to collapse.
Blood-Filled Nightmares
One night Shruti dreamt that the burned Aghori attacked her mother, ripping out her intestines and eating them. She woke up screaming. But when she opened her bedroom door, the sight nearly killed her.
Her mother’s body lay on the floor in a pool of blood. Her eyes were gouged out, her stomach ripped open with a knife.
Shruti fainted on the spot.
The Circle of Horror Expands
Friends who tried to comfort her also began dying mysteriously.
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One was found hanging by the neck from a ceiling beam.
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Another’s half-eaten corpse was pulled out of the river.
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A third was discovered burned alive in his sleep.
Shruti insisted she had seen each of these deaths in her dreams beforehand.
Rohan’s Vow
Now only Rohan remained by her side. He swore:
“Even if I have to die, I will free you from this curse.”
But that night, as the two met near the edge of the forest, a horrifying laughter echoed through the air. From between the trees emerged the spirit of the dead Aghori—a black shadow with blazing red eyes, reeking of burnt flesh.
It roared:
“Only through your deaths will our unfinished ritual be completed!”
Shruti and Rohan trembled in terror.
👉 Part – 1 ends here.
In Part – 2, the story will take even darker turns as the Aghori’s spirit and his brethren hunt Shruti at any cost. Rohan will battle against death itself, using rituals and powers, to save her.
The Revenge of the Aghori – Part 2
The small town of Sundarpur had drowned in silence after the terrifying night that left Ananya’s family brutally slaughtered. Only she and her boyfriend Raghav were alive, but they were not safe. The curse of the Aghori had turned into a storm that was spreading death, blood, and fear all around them.
The Haunting Grows
Every night, Ananya’s nightmares became bloodier. She dreamt of shadowy figures dragging her into a pyre of fire, of corpses with hollow eyes crawling toward her, and of the seven Aghoris chanting her name in a language no human should understand. When she woke, those exact things appeared in her real life.
The neighbors whispered that Ananya had gone mad. But the truth was darker—she was being hunted by a soul that had been torn from its ritual, a soul filled with rage because its sacrifice was incomplete.
The Cursed House
Raghav tried everything to protect her. He brought in priests, exorcists, even tantriks, but no one survived a single night inside Ananya’s house. Blood appeared on the walls, strange marks burned into the doors, and the mirrors reflected images that weren’t there—Aghoris eating human flesh, blood dripping from their mouths, their black eyes staring straight into Ananya.
One night, the sound of heavy chains echoed from her room. When Raghav rushed inside, he found Ananya levitating above her bed, her eyes rolled back, her lips muttering the same mantra the Aghoris had once chanted. Suddenly, she fell down, gasping, her skin covered in bloody scratches that hadn’t been there before.
The Unfinished Ritual
Raghav dug deeper. He learned from an old manuscript in Banaras that when an Aghori’s ritual is broken, the soul of the one who dies mid-ritual becomes bound to the person who interrupted it. That person becomes a living sacrifice, and unless the ritual is completed, the spirit will keep killing everyone around until only the chosen sacrifice remains.
This meant only one thing—Ananya had been marked. And no matter where she went, death would follow.
The Return of the Dead
One evening, as the sun drowned in a red horizon, Ananya and Raghav tried to escape Sundarpur. But on the outskirts of the jungle, they saw them—six surviving Aghoris, sitting in a circle, their faces painted with blood, waiting. Behind them, the ghostly figure of the dead Aghori appeared, half-rotten, half-shadow, its empty eyes burning like fire.
The ground shook. The trees bent. And suddenly, corpses rose from the earth—villagers who had died in the past weeks, their bodies now puppets of the curse. They surrounded Ananya and Raghav, cutting off every escape.
The Terrifying Twist
Raghav held Ananya’s hand, ready to fight till the end. But then the spirit spoke in a guttural, inhuman voice:
"You were chosen, girl. Your blood will complete the circle. Resist, and he will take your place."
Ananya froze. The ghost pointed at Raghav.
The truth hit her like a dagger—if she didn’t give herself up, Raghav would die instead. The curse wasn’t just after her anymore. It wanted to drag both of them into the darkness.
The Final Horror
Before she could decide, Raghav grabbed a burning branch and charged at the circle of Aghoris. Flames spread, but laughter echoed through the forest—the laughter of the dead. The spirit leapt onto Raghav, its claws sinking into his chest.
Ananya screamed, rushing to pull him away, but her hands went right through the ghostly body. Suddenly, she was back in her house, standing before a mirror, her reflection smiling wickedly while she stood frozen in fear.
Her reflection whispered:
"You can’t run. You are the ritual."
And as the glass shattered, black hands reached out, pulling her into the darkness.
The curse of the Aghoris had finally claimed its sacrifice. But whispers say, even today, in Sundarpur’s forests, if someone wanders too deep, they can still hear a girl screaming… and the sound of seven Aghoris laughing in unison.
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