The Haunted House
It was a stormy night. The rain flocked largely into the quiet village of Ramnagar. The farthest end of the village was an old abandoned mansion known as the "cursed house." After it got dark, no one dared to go near me. The villagers believed that the house had been attacked by the spirits of the family members who had been murdered. The story says that over 100 years ago, a wealthy landlord named Rajeshwar Singh lived with his wife and daughter. Something terrible happened one night
1-Legend
It was a stormy night. The rain flocked largely into the quiet village of Ramnagar. The farthest end of the village was an old abandoned mansion known as the "cursed house."
After it got dark, no one dared to go near me. The villagers believed that the house had been attacked by the spirits of the family members who had been murdered. The story says that over 100 years ago, a wealthy landlord named Rajeshwar Singh lived with his wife and daughter. Something terrible happened one night.
The entire family was found dead - except for her daughter Mira. It disappeared without any traces. Some say she was taken to a ghost. Others say she is the person who caused the death. The house has been left since then. Those who came in didn't return immediately.
Despite these horrifying stories, four young friends (Soher, Tsusha, Arif and Zahid) decide to prove the legend correctly. They had planned to spend the night in the haunted house.
2-In the midnight villa
, four friends arrived in front of the old house. The goal became smudges when they opened them.
"Are you sure?" I asked Zushal, and his voice was restless.
"Now, don't be afraid," Seo-hen laughed. "It's just an old house."
The front door opened with an eerie moan. Inside, the air was thickened with dust and spider webs. Broken furniture was scattered, and the floors smeared under the weight. As they moved deep inside, the air became colder. It felt like I was looking at invisible eyes.
Suddenly, the door hit them! 3-First Sign: Arif rushed to open the door. It cannot be stirred.
"Okay, that's weird," Zahid muttered. "Maybe the wind has closed?"
A weak whisper echoed through the hallway before anyone could answer:
"You shouldn't have come..."
A cold ran down her spine. Tsushaal has turned pale.
"Who said that?" he whispered.
No one answered. The house was silent again - to mention.
Soher, who tried to act with courage, said, "Now, let's take a look. We'll go after we stay."
4-The above mirror room
found a large bedroom. In the middle of the room was an ancient mirror. It was old but oddly clean as if someone had taken care of it. There was an old black and white photo on a table near
. The photo showed a young girl with unvibrant eyes.
"MIRA SINGH -1893"
The mirror reflection changed when Zahid took the photo.
I blinked in the
photo.
"You moved! Did you see that?" Zahid grabbed the air and dropped the frame.
You all stared in fear in the mirror. A suspicious appearance appeared behind them in reflection.
But when they turned, there was no one there. 5-Spirit appeared before reacting, and the room was cold. The light flickered and went out. A cool laugh echoing through the darkness.
"Have you started playing with me?" A soft voice whispered.
Dark figures were created from the mirror. It was Mira. Her skin was pale, and her eyes were black hollow. She hovered over her, her feet didn't touch the ground.
Arif cried: "Run!"
They raided the door, but they condemned it for themselves.
Mira let out a bloody cry that shook the whole house.
6-The cursed. The room turned around, and suddenly they were in an abandoned house. They were in the past - 1893.
They saw a younger version of Mira in the same space. She cried. He stood behind her father, Rajeshwar Singh, and looked angry. "You are ashamed of this family!" He cried. Through ghostly visions, they saw the truth unfold:
Mira fell in love with the servant. Her father, angry at the scandal, concluded her in this room. He killed her lover and forced her to look at him.
That night, Mira cursed the house. When she died, her spirit remained in the mirror - forever.
Vision fades away and is back to the present.
Mira had returned to them. Her voice was desperate.
"Free me... Please..."
7-Curse
Tushar suddenly remembered an old belief - an object-bound spirit can only be released if the object is destroyed.
"We have to break the mirror! "He called. Spiegel hit a thousand. Her body melted into the mist, and the house trembled. Then -System.
8-Escape and the final horror
Door shook. The air felt comfortable. The curse has broken.
The moment they crossed the gate, they turned away - Manners were gone. Everything that remained was an empty land, as if no houses existed.
You breathe salvation.
But when they wanted to leave, Sohel realized something. There was a reflection on the floor beneath the glass shard in the mirror.
Black blank eyes stared at me.
And then, Mira smiled.
[The end]
About the Creator
The Station Without Trains
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