Grimroot Grotto: The True Incident Behind the Goblin Mansion Deep in the Konkan stretch of Maharashtra, hidden within a twisted patch of forest known to locals as Vanmohar, lies the ruin of a mansion long forgotten by time. Called Grimroot Grotto, this eerie abode—part-cave, part-constructed fortress—was believed by villagers to be cursed, a dwelling of the "Chhoti Jaat" or goblin spirits. But one tale, carved into the oral memory of a nearby fishing village named Kalanje, remains the most chilling. The First Sighting (1892) The first recorded account dates back to 1892, during British colonial rule. A surveyor named John Fleetwood, stationed in Ratnagiri, was dispatched to chart the forested belt between Khed and the coast. While navigating the fog-laden woods of Vanmohar, his assistant stumbled upon a strange stone structure—a crooked archway half-swallowed by tree roots, leading into what appeared to be a narrow stone passage. Fleetwood’s journal, discovered years later i...
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