7 Men Survive in a Horror, Dark Bungalow

Chapter 1: The Breakdown

The rain lashed hard against the forest road as the old bus groaned to a stop. The driver muttered a curse—engine dead. Seven passengers, all strangers, stepped into the storm. None of them knew where they were, except that they were far from help. Amid the trees, they saw it—a crumbling colonial bungalow, cloaked in vines and shadow. Its iron gate creaked as they pushed it open. They had no other choice.

Inside, the air was stale, thick with dust and the faint stench of rot. Portraits lined the walls, their eyes seeming to follow them. No electricity, but candles were found. The group decided to stay the night, unaware that darkness wasn’t just outside—it was watching them.

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Chapter 2: Whispers in the Walls

They lit the candles and spread out to explore. The living room’s fireplace was cold, yet ashes were fresh. Arun, the boldest of them, joked about ghosts. But when he leaned closer to a mirror, he swore he saw someone behind him—smiling. He turned. Nothing.

Deep in the walls, they began to hear soft whispers. Muted. Urgent. At first, they blamed the wind, but the voices formed words: “Not alone… still here…”

That night, Ramesh woke screaming. He claimed hands had grabbed him from under the bed. When they checked, dust rose—but no hands, no sign. Still, one thing was clear. Ramesh’s ankle was bleeding. And a handprint, too small to be his, was marked on his calf.

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Chapter 3: The Locked Door

The next morning, they tried to leave. But the gate they entered from was now chained from the outside. No one had done it. No tools could break it. They were trapped.

As the sun dimmed, they found a heavy wooden door in the hallway—sealed shut with rusted chains. Beside it was a plaque: “Do not open. She feeds in silence.”

Curiosity turned to dread. Still, Vinod, the skeptic, dismissed it as superstition. He pried the chains loose. Behind it, a spiral staircase led downward. A foul wind blew up from below.

That night, the door slammed itself shut again. One candle flickered out by itself. And in the silence that followed, they heard it clearly—a girl laughing.

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Chapter 4: Something Below

The basement staircase was explored the next day. All seven descended, flashlights shaking. The basement stretched into unnatural darkness. The walls were moist, etched with symbols, and cages hung from the ceiling.

They found a diary near a decayed crib. It belonged to a woman who had once lived there. She wrote of her daughter, “born without breath but never truly dead.” She had fed it mice, then cats, then visitors.

The last page simply read: “She doesn’t like men. She never did.”

Footsteps echoed from behind them. They turned their lights back toward the stairwell—empty. But when they returned upstairs, they were six. Vinod was missing. His scream was never heard. Only blood on the last step remained.

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Chapter 5: The Unseen

Panic took hold. Trust eroded. The six remaining men accused each other of games, but fear silenced them all. At night, one by one, they heard things whisper their names.

Suresh began talking to someone no one could see. “She’s lonely,” he said. “She just wants a friend.” He smiled constantly now, pale and trembling. That night, he disappeared too. His bed was cold. The only trace—a trail of teeth leading to the fireplace.

Rahul proposed burning the house. But the walls wept water, drenching every match. Arun vanished next, snatched in front of their eyes by something that dragged him into the mirror. The glass swallowed him whole.

The bungalow no longer felt like a place—it felt alive.

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Chapter 6: The Seventh Room

Three remained—Rahul, Ramesh, and Imran. Exhausted and cornered, they returned to the basement, seeking the truth. There, hidden behind a false wall, was a final door. Carved into it: “The Seventh Room. Where all truths sleep.”

Inside was a nursery untouched by time. A music box played on its own. In the crib, a small, skeletal child sat up. Its eyes were sewn shut. Yet it saw them.

Imran screamed, and the lights went out. When they returned, he was gone—no body, no trace. The creature turned its sewn gaze to Rahul. He dropped to his knees. Ramesh stood frozen, muttering prayers.

Only two made it out when the sun rose. The bungalow was gone. Just an empty clearing—and seven shadows burned into the grass.