The Haunted Peanut Seller of Ghanghoriya: A Terrifying Hill Station Horror Story
A Chilling Night in the Hills
Gogi Seth, a wealthy businessman from Delhi, traveled to the remote hill station of Ghanghoriya for a discreet land deal. The daytime meeting went smoothly, but his nightmare began after dark. With fog swallowing the hills and no transport available, Gogi was left stranded on a cold winter night.
Refusing to stay in the old rest house, he decided to walk the lonely forest path to the main road, hoping for a passing car or bus.
The Lantern in the Mist
As Gogi trudged through the eerie silence of pine trees and shifting shadows, he noticed a dim lantern light ahead. Curious and cold, he stepped closer. There, sitting on a rock under the glow of a flickering oil lamp, was an old woman selling roasted peanuts.
“Kitne ke diye?” Gogi asked.
“Dus rupaye ka ek katori,” she croaked, voice dry as dust.
He handed her a ₹10 note. “Lo maa, le lo,” he said politely.
Unnatural Hands
As the woman reached out to take the money, Gogi froze.
Her hands were not human.
They looked like horse legs—thick, hairy, and ending in hard, dark hooves. The movement was unnatural, twitchy, and jerky.
Gogi’s heart thundered. He stumbled back, dropping the peanuts. The lantern dimmed, the mist thickened.
Without a word, he turned and ran, the trees whispering behind him as if mocking his terror.
The Watchman’s Laugh
After a long run through the fog, Gogi spotted a watchman near an old checkpoint.
“Bhai saab, kuch ajeeb dekha! Ek aurat… mungfali bech rahi thi… uske haath ghode jaise the!”
The watchman stared, then began to laugh loudly.
“Aise the?” he said, lifting his own arms.
In the faint light, Gogi saw the same horror: horse-like hands—hairy, hoofed, bent the wrong way.
The watchman’s laughter echoed through the empty hills, and Gogi’s scream vanished into the night.
The Legend of Ghanghoriya’s Witch
Locals whisper that no one ever found Gogi Seth again. Some say the “Churail of Ghanghoriya” took him, others claim he turned into one of her cursed servants — forever part of the mountain’s shadow.
She appears as a harmless peanut seller to travelers, but the moment you pay her… she knows you’re real. And she doesn’t let go easily.
Beware the Peanuts of Ghanghoriya
This Indian horror story from the fictional hills of Ghanghoriya is a reminder — never trust what looks normal in the mountains after dark. Especially if they’re selling peanuts under a lantern.
Because once you meet the Horse-Handed Witch, the hills will remember your name — even if the world forgets.
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