It was a quiet town on the outskirts of Delhi where the Sharma family found a big, beautiful house available for very cheap rent. Everything looked perfect — spacious rooms, a garden, and peace all around. But the first night changed everything.
At midnight, Meera heard footsteps in the corridor. When she opened the door, no one was there. The next morning, they found children’s handprints on the walls, even though they had no kids. Strange whispers echoed through the rooms, and the air felt heavier each passing night.
One evening, Mr. Sharma saw a shadow sitting on the old rocking chair in the living room. It moved slowly, rocking back and forth — even when no wind blew. The family decided to leave, but before they could, Meera saw a reflection in the mirror — a woman in white, with hollow eyes and a twisted smile.
The landlord later revealed that the house once belonged to a woman who lost her family in a fire. Her spirit never left. The Sharmas ran away that night and never returned, but locals still claim to hear crying from that same house at mid
night.
