Terror of Hazratganj - A True Horror Story

Lucknow was a part of the ancient Kosala kingdom.

It was the legacy of Lord Rama which he dedicated to his brother Lakshmana.

Hence, it was known as Lakshmanavati, Laxmanpur or Lakhanpur, which later changed to Lucknow.

It was once known as the 'City of Nawabs'.

But Lucknow is actually more famous for one thing, and that is the ghost stories associated with this city, when three friends living in the Lal Bahadur Shastri Hostel of Lucknow University made a bet on who would dare to spend a night inside the residency.

There is a graveyard here, in which the British who died in the war of 1857 showed courage and accepted the challenge.

The next day the three friends left the university and reached the residency via Nadwa College and Pakka Pul.

It was around 1 in the night and there was complete silence.

Only one or two horses were visible on the half-way road.

The three friends reached inside the residency.

In those days the boundary wall around the Residency was breached, and anyone could easily enter.

Now it was almost 1 o'clock in the night.

"Okay, Prashant, see you tomorrow. If he stays alive!"

"Oh! Why shall I not live?

I'm not afraid of ghosts.

And when there is no fear of ghosts, then what is there to fear?

Huh!"

Prem and Prashant were talking among themselves.

But Mr. was looking very carefully at the nearby graves, and was mumbling after reading the names written on those graves.

"Why are you looking at the graves like this now?

There are only men's corpses in these graves.

Not of any girl! You spoil the man!

"Prashant, if he could, he would have asked the girls to come out of the grave, and told them that you are looking very beautiful.

Will you be my girlfriend?" Prashant also started laughing out loud after listening to Prem.

His laughter was echoing throughout the cemetery.

"Oh no love!

I'm reading the names of these graves because when I came here last week to hang out with Tina, Thomas Henk's grave was at the very end of this cemetery.

And I remember it because I plucked the flowers growing near this grave and I gave them to Tina." Prem and Prashant also fell into deep thought for a moment listening to Shri.

This question was revolving in everyone's mind at this time that how can a grave move from one place to another?

And this was also confirmed by the fact that the flowers cut by Shri had withered and were still near the grave.

Suddenly Prashant said, "Okay! Okay.

Don't make a fool of me now.

Your attempts to scare me are of no use.

I will come from this graveyard tomorrow morning itself.

That too alive!

Now you two go away! Leave me alone!” Shree and Prem did not say anything after listening to Prashant.

And talking among themselves came out of the cemetery.

Prashant could also see his friends leaving the graveyard.

Prashant after he left

The same Thomas sat down on Hank's grave and started pulling out the grass growing in the ground.

His eyes were on the whole cemetery, then suddenly a hand came out from the ground and caught Prashant's hand while making him fall down from the grave.

When he looked here and there, he could not see anyone.

But when he saw his hand, it was hurt by someone's nail.

And blood was pouring out.

When he once again looked towards the cemetery, he saw a huge plume of smoke rising towards him.

But before he could understand anything, smoke engulfed him.

This made him suffocate.

And then the next moment he heard the sound of gunfire and swords.

And right in front of their eyes, the freedom fighters surrounded the soldiers of the British regime, firing bullets into their chests.

They were cutting both their body and courage with swords.

And all this was happening in front of Prashant.

Seeing so much blood and screams of death, Prashant's breath became fast.

But before he could understand anything, suddenly someone pushed Prashant from behind and dropped him on the ground.

When he looked back, it was none other than Prem and Shree.

And the puff of smoke had disappeared in a jiffy.

"Look! How scared he is!"

“If you are so scared, why did you agree to come here alone?

Just look at the color of your face, how it has changed because of fear. Saying this both the friends were laughing at Prashant.

He got scared as soon as there was a sudden push.

Stop this gimmick

You guys, come on.

I don't want to be here anymore.

You can't even imagine what you just saw." Prashant knew he would never be able to explain what he had seen to his friends.

So when he was about to leave saying angrily to them, Prem stopped him by holding his hand.

"Now, where are you going, alone?

Don't worry.

We will also be with you in this graveyard.

Then, it's fine, isn't it?"

"But why do we have to stay?

Ever since I came, I have been feeling strangely cold and both your hands have become cold like ice.

I say let's go."

As soon as Prashant came out of the cemetery, suddenly Sree put a rope around his neck and started dragging him back inside the cemetery.

"Mr!! What are you doing?

I'm Prashant, your friend.

What are you doing with me?" Prashant was shouting and Sreebut was telling this to Sree that Sree didn't listen to him.

He dragged her to a tree.

Then by throwing the rope on the branch of the tree, pulling it from the other side, started hanging Prashant.

"Mr. What are you doing?

Love! Why don't you stop him?

What are you two doing with me?"

Despite Prashant's repeated questions, no one listened to him and within seconds, Prashant was sobbing while hanging from the tree.

"Now that you're dying,

Keep listening to the truth!

We are not what you think of us!

i am general thomas hanko

And that's my soldier Tom!

You Indians were and will always be slaves of the British rule. Slowly, Shree and Prem's body is slowly covered by the British Government's livery.

In front of whom Prashant was suffering by hanging from the tree.

Despite Prashant's suffering, the British soldiers were still not satisfied.

So they started hitting Prashant's body with swords and guns in hand.

Due to which Prashant died on the spot.

The next morning, when Prashant's friends arrive at the Residency's cemetery to pick him up, they see a group of police and press outside.

Seeing this, both of their breaths quickened.

When Prem looked through the crowd, he saw Prashant's dead body hanging in the corner of the cemetery.

Seeing this, both started crying.

The inspector also heard the scream and understood that both knew Prashant.

For this reason both were called inside for identification of the dead body.

When Shree and Prem see Prashant's dead body they are also stunned.

Prashant's iris was torn due to strangulation. Two black pits were visible in place of the eyes.

And there was blood splattered on the ground below, and empty cartridges of bullets were also scattered.

But there was not a single cut mark on Prashant's body.

Both had recognized the dead body, but now even the police could not understand the matter.

It was clear in the postmortem that Prashant's body had no injury or injury marks from outside, but his body was full of bullets from inside.

And the flesh, tendons and bones were also cut from the inside.

Even after a lot of investigation, the matter could not be resolved.

And exactly twenty years later, Prem's dead body was also found hanging in the same mysterious way.

That too at the place where Prashant was hanging.

The same was written in his postmortem report as was written in Prashant's report.

There was not a single cut mark on the body, but internally the body was full of bullets and the bones along with the flesh had been cut with a sword.

And even today the file of this case is lying in the Hazratganj police station.

Times changed,

The government has built a boundary wall all around to protect the residency and has also installed lights.

Now this road remains crowded throughout the night.

But even today, despite all the lights and crowd, people are afraid to go inside the Residency Cemetery.