There was an old hotel in the outskirts of the city, infamous for one particular room—Room Number 7. Guests often complained of strange noises, whispers in the dark, and sudden chills that would freeze their bodies. The manager always avoided giving this room to visitors, but one night, a traveler named Rohit insisted on staying there.
At first, everything seemed normal. He unpacked, had dinner, and went to bed. But around midnight, the atmosphere changed. The lights flickered, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor outside his door. When Rohit opened it, no one was there. He laughed nervously and went back inside, but suddenly, the mirror in the room cracked on its own, and a faint shadow appeared behind him.
He froze as he saw the reflection of a woman in white, her face twisted and her eyes glowing red. The room filled with whispers—hundreds of voices calling his name. Terrified, Rohit tried to run, but the door slammed shut. By morning, the staff found the room empty, with only Rohit’s suitcase left behind.
Since then, Room Number 7 remains locked. No one dares to open it, for those who enter… never return.
