The Whispering Window” – horror story | darani kahani

The Whispering Window” – A Creepy Story That Will Haunt Your Thoughts

Introduction
Have you ever felt like someone is watching you? Even when you are alone in your room? What if the source of that feeling isn’t just your imagination? This is the story of a girl named Riya, who moved into a new house with her family—only to discover that one window in her room had a dark secret.

The New House

Riya was 17 years old when her father got transferred to a small town in Uttarakhand. The town was peaceful, surrounded by hills, and full of old-style houses. The one they rented was beautiful but had an eerie charm. It was over 100 years old, with wooden floors that creaked with every step. But Riya was excited to start a new chapter in her life.

Her room was on the top floor. It had a huge window facing the forest. Daytime felt fine, even peaceful. But the moment the sun went down, that window became the scariest part of her room.

The First 🌙
The first night, Riya couldn’t sleep. The room was silent, but she kept hearing whispers… soft, almost like someone calling her name. “Riiyaaa…” It was so faint that she thought it might just be the wind.

She got up to check the window. It was shut, locked from inside. Still, the whisper seemed to be coming from right outside.

She laughed nervously and told herself she was just tired.

Strange Happenings

In the next few days, strange things started happening.

Her books would fall off the table on their own.

Her phone’s screen would randomly light up at 3 AM, showing a message: “Look outside.”

One day, her mirror fogged up with the words: “He is watching.”


Riya told her parents, but they didn’t believe her. “It’s just a new place. You’ll get used to it,” her mother said.

But Riya knew something was not right.

The Old Diary
While cleaning the attic one day, Riya found an old wooden box. Inside was a diary. It belonged to a girl named Anjali, who lived in that house in 1985. The diary told a horrifying story.

Anjali was just like Riya—young, cheerful, and curious. But she had written about a man she would see standing outside her window every night. A man with hollow eyes and a crooked smile.

Her last diary entry said:

> “He says he wants me to join him. If you’re reading this… never open the window after sunset.”



That night, Riya couldn’t sleep. The whispers were louder now. The voice kept repeating:

“Open the window, Riya… just once.”

Curiosity Wins

One night, out of fear and curiosity, Riya finally unlocked the window. Just to check if someone was there.

The moment she opened it, everything changed.

The air turned freezing cold. Her room filled with a foul smell. And then… she saw him.

A man, tall and thin, with black empty eyes and a smile that stretched unnaturally across his face. He whispered, “Thank you.”

Riya screamed and tried to shut the window, but it wouldn’t close. It was like an invisible force held it open. Suddenly, the lights went off, and the man disappeared.

When the power returned, the window was shut—and Riya was lying on the floor, unconscious.

The Haunting Deepens

From that night on, the presence never left. Even during the day, Riya felt cold spots in her room. She saw shadows moving across her walls. And the whispering never stopped.

Her parents finally believed her when they saw her talking to someone invisible in the room.

They called a local priest. The priest visited the house and immediately sensed something evil.

He said, “There is a spirit bound to that window. Someone opened a door that should have remained closed.”

The Ritual

The priest prepared for a ritual to seal the window forever. He lit incense, drew symbols around the room, and chanted powerful mantras.

As he started the ritual, the window burst open on its own. A strong wind howled through the room. The spirit appeared—his face twisted in rage.

He screamed, “She is mine!”

But the priest didn’t stop. He threw holy water on the window and chanted louder. After an hour of chaos, the spirit screamed one last time and vanished in a puff of dark smoke.

The window slammed shut.

The Aftermath

Riya and her family moved out the very next day. That house still stands in that small town—empty, cold, and silent.

No one has rented it since. Locals say they still hear whispers from the top floor at night.

And the window?

It’s still there—shut tight. But if you ever walk past that house at midnight… don’t look at it too long. You might just hear a whisper… calling your name.

Conclusion

Some places remember pain. Some windows don’t just show you the outside world… they invite something in. The next time you hear a whisper from the dark, don’t ignore it—but don’t follow it either.

Because not every voice that calls your name… is from this world.