The Dark Night a Horror Story
It was a dark and stormy night in a small village called Rampur, surrounded by dense forests. The village was peaceful, but there was a legend that haunted everyone’s minds. The villagers believed that deep in the forest, there was a haunted house where no one dared to go. The story goes that whoever entered that house never returned.
One evening, a group of friends, Rohan, Sia, Amit, and Meera, sat around a bonfire, talking about random stuff. Rohan, being the adventurous one, suddenly brought up the old legend.
"Guys, have you ever wondered if that haunted house story is true?" Rohan asked, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.
Sia shivered a bit, "Yaar, don't even talk about it. Mere daadaji kehte the ki koi bhi wahan gaya, kabhi wapas nahi aaya."
Amit chuckled nervously, "Come on, it’s just a stupid story. I bet it’s just an old house falling apart."
Meera, who was always a bit more cautious, said, "But what if it’s true? What if there really is something in that house?"
Rohan, with his typical overconfidence, stood up, "Chalo, let's find out! What’s the worst that could happen? We’ll go, check it out, and prove to everyone ki sab kuch sirf bakwaas hai."
Sia and Meera were hesitant, but after some persuasion, they agreed to go with Amit and Rohan. They packed their flashlights, a few snacks, and some sticks for protection, just in case. The plan was to explore the house and return before midnight.
The walk to the haunted house was eerily quiet. The wind howled through the trees, and the only sound was the crunch of leaves beneath their feet. The deeper they went into the forest, the more uneasy they felt. Finally, they reached the entrance of the house. It stood tall, with broken windows and vines crawling up the walls. The air around it felt heavy, almost as if the house was alive and watching them.
Rohan pushed open the rusty gate, which creaked loudly, sending a shiver down their spines. "Let’s go in," he said, trying to sound brave.
As they entered the house, a strange chill ran through them. The inside was covered in dust, and the furniture was old and decayed. The air smelled of dampness and something they couldn’t quite place, almost like rotting wood.
Amit pointed his flashlight towards the staircase, "Let’s check the upper floor."
They carefully climbed the creaking stairs, which seemed like they could collapse any moment. When they reached the top, they found a long hallway with several doors. Rohan opened the first door, and to their surprise, it was just an empty room, nothing unusual.
"See, I told you, it’s just an old house," Rohan said with a grin.
But Meera wasn’t convinced. Something didn’t feel right. She could feel a strange energy around her. "Let’s not stay too long, yeh jagah ajeeb hai," she whispered.
As they moved to the next room, they heard a faint sound, almost like someone whispering. Sia grabbed Amit’s arm tightly, "Did you hear that?"
Rohan laughed nervously, "It’s probably the wind."
But the whispering grew louder and clearer, as if it was coming from the walls themselves. The voice sounded like it was calling their names.
Meera’s heart raced. "I’m not staying here another minute!" she said, turning towards the door. But as she reached for the handle, the door slammed shut on its own.
Panic set in. They all tried pulling the door open, but it wouldn’t budge. Suddenly, the room went cold, and a shadowy figure appeared in the corner. It was a woman, dressed in tattered clothes, her face pale and eyes hollow. She stared at them with a sinister smile.
"Who... who are you?" Sia stammered, backing away.
The woman’s voice was cold and eerie, "You shouldn’t have come here…"
Amit tried to reason with her, "Hum yahan sirf dekhne aaye the… please humein jaane do!"
The woman’s smile faded, and her expression turned angry. "No one leaves… once they enter!"
The lights flickered, and the woman’s figure started to float towards them. Her long hair moved as if carried by an invisible wind. Rohan, trying to be brave, swung his stick at her, but it passed right through.
They screamed and huddled together, realizing they were trapped. The woman let out a terrifying scream that echoed through the house, making the walls shake.
Suddenly, Amit remembered an old prayer his grandmother used to say for protection. Desperate, he began reciting it aloud. As he did, the woman screamed even louder, covering her ears, and her figure began to flicker.
The room started to shake violently, and the windows shattered. The woman let out one final scream before disappearing into thin air. The door behind them suddenly flew open, and they wasted no time running out of the house as fast as they could.
Once outside, they collapsed onto the ground, panting and shaking. The house stood silent, as if nothing had happened, but they knew what they had seen was real.
Sia, still trembling, said, "I told you… we shouldn’t have come."
Rohan, usually full of confidence, was silent for once, staring at the house in disbelief.
Amit, still clutching his prayer book, said softly, "Let’s go… let’s never speak of this again."
They hurried back to the village, grateful to be alive. From that day on, none of them ever dared to go near the haunted house again. And the village remained quiet, with only the whisper of the wind and the occasional eerie tale of those who had entered… and never returned.
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