Chandanpur village had always been quiet, but everyone feared one place—the old haveli on the hill. They said that once night returned, the haveli breathed again. No
one dared to go near it after sunset.
One evening, Aarav, a young photographer, reached the village to explore mysterious locations. Ignoring repeated warnings from the villagers, he decided to visit the haveli. The moment he stepped inside, the air turned cold, and the creaking doors shut behind him on their own.
A dim lantern flickered in the hallway,
though no one lived there for decades. Aarav walked deeper, clicking pictures, but every flash revealed a shadow standing behind him—yet disappearing the moment he turned around. His heartbeat grew louder.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps upstairs. “Who’s there?” he whispered. No reply. He followed the sound to a locked room that slowly opened on its own. Inside,
he saw an old portrait of a woman with blank eyes… and the woman’s shadow moving on the wall as if alive.
Before Aarav could run, the portrait’s eyes shifted toward him. A whisper echoed, “Raat dobara aayi… ab tum bhi yahin रहोगे.”
Next morning, villagers found Aarav’s camera outside the haveli—filled with pictures of the same woman standing right behind him. Aarav was never seen again.
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