The Cry of the Cursed House

Just outside the bustling heart of Dhaka, in a quiet village shrouded in mist and mystery, stands a crumbling old bungalow. To the locals, it is not just an abandoned structure—it is the “Cursed House.” For over seventy years, it has stood alone, untouched by time, and avoided by all. No one dares enter after sunset. Why? Because the house whispers at night.

This decaying structure once belonged to Zamindar Rajeshwar Rai, a wealthy landowner in the 1950s. He built the bungalow for his beloved wife, Nandini. It was a grand mansion at the time—white columns, long verandas, and intricately carved wooden doors. But behind the beauty, a dark fate awaited.

One stormy night, Nandini died mysteriously inside the house. Some say she slipped and fell from the third-floor balcony, others whisper it was something far more sinister—a violent argument, a spirit's curse, or even a ritual gone wrong. Whatever the truth, her death marked the beginning of an endless nightmare.

Not long after her funeral, strange occurrences began. Servants refused to stay after dusk. Residents nearby heard a woman weeping, even screaming, from within the sealed walls. Lights flickered though there was no electricity, and mirrors cracked on their own. The once-beautiful house began to decay rapidly as if the structure itself was mourning.

In 1983, a group of researchers visited the house, drawn by its chilling reputation. They were paranormal investigators attempting to debunk the myths. But after just one night, they fled, visibly shaken. One of them, Arif Chowdhury, shared his experience years later: “We heard footsteps above us all night, even though the stairs had collapsed. There were whispers in our ears, cold breaths on our necks. I saw her—Nandini. She was standing near the mirror in a white saree, her feet not touching the ground.”

That sighting confirmed what many villagers already believed—the spirit of Nandini never left the house. Instead, she roamed its corridors, weeping, perhaps searching for peace… or revenge.

By the 2000s, the house had gained national attention. Ghost hunters, vloggers, and thrill-seekers began sneaking in, hoping to capture paranormal footage. In 2018, a group of young YouTubers known as “Night Explorers” decided to document their night in the house. What they recorded sent chills across the internet.

The video, now deleted, showed one of the members suddenly screaming and collapsing without reason. The others tried to escape, but one tripped and broke his leg. The surviving footage showed a shadowy figure near a broken window, standing motionless before vanishing into thin air. In an interview later, one of the group members claimed: “There was a woman… her face was pale, her eyes hollow, and she was crying. But the terrifying part? She was floating.”

Since then, no one has dared enter the house after dark. Even during the day, the air around it feels heavy. Birds avoid it. Stray animals run past it. Locals still report hearing faint cries at midnight, and some have seen curtains fluttering through windows where there is no wind.

There is an old saying in the village:

“If you hear her cry, don’t look back—just keep walking.”

Many believe Nandini’s soul is trapped due to unfulfilled desires or perhaps a violent end that never saw justice. Some spiritual experts claim the land beneath the house was cursed long before it was built—an ancient burial site disturbed by construction. Whatever the cause, the house remains cursed.

To this day, the property remains unsold. No buyer, no matter how rich or curious, has followed through. Even renovation attempts have failed—laborers fall sick, tools go missing, and accidents happen without explanation. One worker reportedly saw writing appear on the walls overnight, in a language no one could read.

This house has become more than a tale—it is a warning. A warning to those who do not respect the spirit world. It reminds us that some places are better left alone, untouched, and undisturbed.

So if you ever find yourself wandering near that remote village and see a decaying bungalow surrounded by silence, think twice before stepping closer. Listen carefully… because if you hear a soft cry from within, it might already be too late.