“The House That Hums at Night”

“The House That Hums at Night”

By{Muhammad Faizan}

It began with a house — abandoned, silent, yet strangely humming every night after midnight.

When Ayaan, a 24-year-old urban explorer and content creator, stumbled upon it on the outskirts of Murree, he knew it would be perfect for his next YouTube video. He had explored many haunted places, but this one? It called to him. Literally.

Locals refused to talk about it. They would only whisper, “That house hums. Those who stay after midnight… don’t return whole.”

Perfect for content, Ayaan thought. The more mystery, the more views.

So, he packed his gear, camera, night-vision equipment, a flashlight, and his lucky pendant — a small piece of black stone his grandmother gave him for protection.


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11:30 PM – Arrival

The house stood like a frozen corpse under the pale moonlight — wooden, wide, two floors, and with windows like hollow eyes staring back. It looked like it had once been beautiful, but now, nature had claimed it — vines wrapping it like veins, the door barely hanging on its hinges.

Ayaan smiled at the camera: “Alright guys, I’m about to explore one of the creepiest places in Pakistan. Locals say it hums… let’s find out.”

He pushed the door open. It groaned louder than expected. Inside, dust danced in the flashlight beam. The walls were covered in symbols — strange, circular marks like eyes with slashes through them.

He whispered into the mic:
“Creepy, right? But no hums yet.”

He explored room after room. Old furniture covered in white sheets, cracked mirrors, a piano missing half its keys. No signs of life. No danger.

Until 12:01 AM.


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The Humming Begins

It started low — like a mosquito in your ear. A thin, vibrating hum. Then it grew — louder, deeper, vibrating the floorboards.

Ayaan froze.

He checked his camera. “Guys, I’m not playing this up. The house is humming. It’s real. I’ll try to find the source.”

He followed the sound to the second floor, where it grew almost musical — like dozens of people humming the same tune, in unison.

Then he found the door.

It was black. Not painted black — naturally black, like it was absorbing light. No knob. Just a small slit — barely enough for a key.

He instinctively reached for his pendant, but it was gone.

Panic hit him.

He turned to leave, but the hallway was gone.


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Trapped

The moment he turned, the house changed. The walls extended. Doors vanished. Everything was unfamiliar. His camera started glitching.

Then, laughter.

Not human laughter.

Childlike. Echoing. Mocking.

He ran.

Every door led to the same hallway. Every window showed only black fog outside. He couldn’t even break them — the glass felt like steel.

Then the humming returned — louder, angrier.

This wasn’t just a house. It was a trap.


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The Origin

In one of the rooms, he found a journal. Torn pages, written in blood-like ink.

The house was never built — it appeared in 1897. Those who entered never left unless it chose to release them. The humming is not sound. It’s a feeding signal. It lures the curious.”



“It feeds on souls, not bodies.”



Ayaan dropped the book.

He whispered: “I have to get out.”

Then he heard it — footsteps. Behind him. Bare feet. Dragging.

He turned slowly.

It was a girl. No older than seven. Pale skin, black eyes, mouth stitched shut — yet the humming was louder near her.

She raised her hand, and the walls began to melt — not fall, melt — revealing hundreds of faces, screaming, trapped in the wooden structure.

His flashlight flickered. Then darkness.


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Escape… or So He Thought

When he opened his eyes, he was outside — on the porch.

The door behind him was sealed shut.

He laughed — almost cried in relief.

He checked his camera — the footage was still there. All of it. “This is insane,” he whispered.

He uploaded it to YouTube and Vocal Media. The story went viral overnight.

Millions of views. Thousands of comments:

“Scripted, but cool.”
“Nice editing on the hum!”
“Creepy! Is this real?”
“That girl was terrifying.”



People praised his storytelling.

But Ayaan knew the truth — it wasn’t a story. It happened.

Then one day, he noticed something in his video — something he hadn’t recorded.

At the 11:59 mark, in the background, someone stood in the hallway behind him. Watching. Smiling.

The stitched-mouth girl.

He never saw her that night — not until the second floor.

How was she already there?


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The Final Entry

Ayaan stopped posting content.

He began hearing the hum in his apartment.

Every night — at 12:01 AM — soft at first, then louder.

One day, he livestreamed himself, terrified, begging someone to believe him. Thousands watched as the humming filled the room.

Then the screen went black.

All that remained was the sound — that cursed, vibrating hum.

The video remains online.

Viewers report hearing the humming… even after closing the tab.


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💀 Ending Note (For Vocal Media Readers):

If you’re reading this and your ears feel strange… if you hear a hum growing near midnight…

Don’t go looking for the house.

Because sometimes, it comes looking for you.