Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - The Rain Bargain How a Drought-Stricken Village Tricked a Witch and Invited Her Curse #34

Episode Date: September 2, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #witchcurse #folkhorror #darkbargains #villagehorror #supernaturalrevenge  In a time of desperate drought, a forgotten village made a pact with something ancient—a witch who promised rain in exchange for a life. But when the villagers tried to outsmart her, giving less than what was promised, the rain did come… along with something far worse. Crops bloomed, wells filled—then came the screams. One by one, the villagers paid, not with gold, but with blood. This is a chilling tale of greed, betrayal, and the cost of breaking a bargain with a power that never forgets.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, witchcraftcurse, folktaleturneddark, supernaturalrevenge, darkrituals, villagehaunting, cursedbargain, betrayedthewitch, rainatadeadlyprice, harvesthorror, ancientpact, creepyfolklore, dealwiththedevil, naturestrikesback, darkfairytale

In the early 1960s, when Green Revolution hadn't been said in yet, villages were highly dependent on rainfall for their agriculture. When that unprecedented famine hit Tamigodum, its 189 residents were brought to the verge of hunger deaths. Situated roughly 100 kilometers southwest of Metterham, this small hamlet was struggling to find a solution for their problem. Sitting under the looming tree which was the focal point for all key decisions made by the village, the elders sought to seek a solution.

They had tried pleading to the government, local landlords but to no avail. While they were contemplating migration as the last resort, she walked in. One glance at her, people could see that she was frail and old, draped in a black cloth contrasting her matted white hair with splashes of brown in between, her bent over back making her look even shorter than a teen. She calmly approached the village elders, pushing away the people in her way with an exemplary strength for a woman of her build, surprisingly, people couldn't speak up in her presence. It was as if everyone were hypnotized under a spell.

No one dared to ask her who she was until she started to speak. Her myriad jewelry made sounds of wood and bones clacking while she adjusted herself. She spoke in a raspy voice, I understand you are in need of reins, I can give you that. What do I get in return? The village elders, emboldened by their sheer numbers, tried to to stamp their authority by asking her to leave but they couldn't bring themselves to it, she shone weirdly under the hot burning sun, with no shadows. Men in desperation tend to do irrational things. They told her that the village is void of any wealth and all they have left is themselves to offer. The woman contemplated for a minute and said, I need a baby, ideally four to six

months old. The gathered crowd started murmuring about and a slow wave of descent started to rise among the village women. Of course, a young mother couldn't bear to part with her still suckling babe, that two to a complete stranger. But desperate times are often marked with murky decisions. The village council decided that for the sake of the entire village, giving away a baby was well worth it and they would do so only if it reigned as per the old Woma's promise. The unfortunate onus fell on Gaya Ramulama, a young widow. A helpless widow, she accepted her fate and decisions were swiftly concluded, the village was to make a cloth doll for every human in the village, made of their own personal clothing. The old woman then erected a shabby hut under the

looming tree at the center of the village and tied all of those cloth dolls outside the hut. Everyone in the village was ordered to stay at the outskirts for three days, not disturbing the woman at all. Thus started the most weary three days for the villagers of Tamagutum, loud wailings of humans, animals and other incomprehensible sounds came out of the hut. at all times of the hour. Black-colored liquid with the consistency of blood poured out of the village, but the villagers sat tight and waited. On the wee hours of the fourth day, the old woman came out and said that her job was complete

and she'd come down exactly in a week to collect her fee. The rain started as a small drizzle that night and became a full-blown downpour of an unprecedented level to the delight of the villagers. When things are going good, time moves at a rapid pace and one week was over. The village elders visited Ramulama and promised to look after her and thanked for her sacrifice. The old woman was lauded and thanked by everyone as she entered the village. A dry smile was the only emotion visible across her face but her eyes spoke of something deeper, the gleam of a dream coming true, the old woman checked the baby, nodded approvingly and

asked Ramulama to feed it for the last time and place it in a basket for her to carry off. The village elders asked the old woman to leave them alone once and for all. after their transaction has been concluded as they considered her too big of a power to keep in contact with. The old lady agreed to it and said, Once I crossed the village border, I won't even glance again towards it, I give my word. Ramulama then brought the baby, fully adorned and covered in a basket, her eyes full of tears kept the basket on the old woman's head.

Crying noises of the baby resounded in the pin-drop silence of the village. They kept watching till the old woman left their village and slowly disappeared into the full the old lady reached a clearing in the thicket, all set for something huge. Her hands trembled in anticipation and her eyes gleamed in joy. She laid the basket down and opened it, bursting with desire. She was flabbergasted by the scene before her eyes for it was not a baby but a tied-down kitten which was crying, and beside it lay a clay model of the baby, adorned with clothes and jewelry. She seethed with rage as she realized that she had been cheated by the villagers and decided to wreak havoc upon them as her revenge. But alas, she could never enter the village

due to her promise and thus she began to concoct so vile a plan that it would change the fates of the village for eras to come. Unaware of any of the happenings, the village geared up to work on their fields while a woman with a baby in her bosom was seen leaving the village under the cover of the night. Context, a few weeks ago I heard the crying of a baby midnight so I decided to check it out, turns out it was a kitten. So similar were their cries, it prompted me to write this right away. Names and places are from the deep inside of India. The end.