Now It’s Your Turn: The Terrifying Story of 13th Street | Real Horror Story

 

was a dark, silent night when Rohan decided to take a shortcut through 13th Street, a road everyone in town avoided. The street had a reputation — people who entered after midnight were never seen again. But Rohan didn’t believe in ghost stories. He laughed as he crossed the old flickering streetlight that marked the beginning of the street.




A chilling wind brushed past him, and he heard faint whispers calling his name. He turned, but no one was there. The further he walked, the heavier the air became. Suddenly, he saw a shadow — tall, thin, and moving unnaturally fast. It whispered, “Now it’s your turn.” Terrified, Rohan ran, but every turn led him back to the same spot — the broken streetlight.




The next morning, his bike was found on the road, still running… but Rohan had vanished. Since that night, every midnight, the streetlight flickers again, and locals say they can hear Rohan’s voice whispering to passersby — “Now it’s your turn…”

The Demonic Shadow That Haunted for 300 Years

 

In a remote village stood an ancient mansion, abandoned yet feared for centuries. The locals whispered about a demonic shadow that had clung to one cursed family for 300 years. According to legend, the curse began when the family’s ancestor betrayed a wandering mystic, stealing a sacred relic. That night, a shadow—tall, faceless, and reeking of decay—appeared in his room. From then on, it followed every generation, never resting.

Witnesses claimed it would appear in mirrors, behind doors, or even in moonlit fields, whispering in a voice that could freeze the blood. Many family members died mysteriously—some in accidents, others found lifeless with terror etched on their faces. The mansion was eventually abandoned, but the shadow didn’t stay behind.

In 1978, a tourist unknowingly stayed near the mansion and woke to find the shadow looming over him. He escaped, but not before hearing it whisper his name. Since then, sightings have spread across the country. The villagers say, once the shadow knows you, it follows forever.

And if you ever feel a sudden chill in an empty room, they warn—it might already be standing behi

nd you.

Is Bhangarh Fort India's Most HAUNTED Secret?

 

The Bhangarh Fort in Rajasthan is infamous as India’s most haunted place. Built in the 17th century, the fort now lies in ruins, surrounded by a silence that feels unnaturally heavy. According to legend, Princess Ratnavati’s beauty caught the eye of a dark sorcerer named Singhia. He tried to bewitch her by enchanting her perfume, but she saw through his trick and threw the bottle onto a boulder. The boulder rolled down, crushing him to death — but before dying, he cursed Bhangarh.

Soon after, the kingdom was attacked, and everyone in Bhangarh was slaughtered. It is said their souls never left. Locals believe that anyone who stays inside the fort after sunset will never return alive.

Visitors have reported hearing footsteps behind them, women’s screams, and the faint melody of anklets in the empty courtyards. Some claim to have seen shadowy figures moving along the walls, only to vanish when approached.

The Archaeological Survey of India has even placed a board warning: “No entry after sunset and before sunrise.”

Even today, the fort stands as a chilling reminder that some curses never fade — and the spirits of Bhangarh still guard their broken home in the dead of

 night.

The Untold Tale of the Haunted Palace: Ghostly Events of a Terrifying Night

In the heart of Rajasthan stood an ancient deserted palace, known among locals as “Bhooton Ka Mahal” — the Palace of Ghosts. No one dared enter it after dark. Legends spoke of a heartbroken queen who died mysteriously, and whose spirit still roamed its echoing halls.

One night, a curious traveler named Karan decided to stay in the palace to debunk the myths. He laughed at the warnings and set up his camera and sleeping bag inside the grand hall.

At midnight, things changed. The temperature dropped suddenly, and he heard bangles clinking, soft sobs, and footsteps circling him, though no one was there. His camera froze, and every wall began to echo with a woman’s painful scream.

Panicked, Karan tried to leave, but the doors had vanished. A mirror on the wall showed not his reflection—but a woman in royal clothes, weeping blood. She whispered, "You saw me. Now you stay with me. Forever."

The next morning, villagers found the palace doors wide open—but Karan had disappeared. Only his camera remained, playing a single frame—his terrified face, with a shadow standing behind him.

Since that night, the palace remains untouched. But sometimes, at midnight, bangles still echo... waiting for the

 next soul.

The Haunted School Guard’s Tale: Uncover the Secret

 

Everyone in the small town of Nalpur knew about the old St. Theresa School, closed for over 15 years after a tragic fire killed several students. No one went near it—except Raghunath, the night guard who had worked there for decades, even after its closure.

When asked why he stayed, he’d simply say,
“Some children never left. They need watching.”

Locals thought he was mad… until one reporter decided to spend a night with him to uncover the truth.

At first, the school was silent—dusty classrooms, broken benches, faded blackboards. But as the clock struck midnight, everything changed.

Laughter echoed through the corridors. Footsteps ran across the halls. Classroom lights flickered on and off—though there was no electricity.

The reporter watched in terror as ghostly figures of children appeared—some crying, some playing, some simply staring through cracked windows.

Raghunath calmly walked among them, whispering lullabies, calling them by name.
“They’re lost,” he said, “and I promised I wouldn’t leave them alone.”

Suddenly, one spirit—a girl in a burnt uniform—approached the reporter and said,
“He saved us. He stays because we asked him to.”

By morning, the reporter fled, never speaking publicly of what he saw. But he left behind one note:

“The guard isn’t protecting the school…
He’s protecting us from what’s trapped inside.”

Raghunath still guards the ruins. Still silent. Still loyal.

And if you pass by late at night, you might see him sitting at the gate, whispering to shadows… keeping a promise only he understands.

 

Terrifying Voices in the Jungle Night

 

Three friends—Ravi, Naina, and Imran—set off on a weekend camping trip deep in the dense forests of Uttarakhand. They pitched their tent near an old tribal trail, ignoring the warnings of villagers who said the jungle comes alive after dark.

As night fell, the air turned colder. The usual chirps and rustles of the forest faded into an unnatural silence. Around midnight, a strange whistling sound echoed through the trees, followed by faint laughter—soft, childlike, and chilling.

The friends assumed it was just wind—until they heard someone calling Ravi’s name from deep inside the forest.

But it was Ravi’s own voice.

Terrified, they locked themselves inside the tent. But the voices grew louder, closer—repeating their names, mimicking their laughter, even whispering secrets only they knew.

Suddenly, the tent shook violently. When Imran looked out, he saw dozens of glowing eyes between the trees—no bodies, just eyes watching silently.

Ravi vanished when they looked away for a moment.

By dawn, Naina and Imran were found by a forest patrol—shivering, speechless, with mud-covered scratches all over their bodies. Ravi was never found.

Locals say the forest is cursed—home to echo spirits that lure humans with familiar voices. If you answer them, they take your soul and leave your body behind, hollow and wandering.

Now, no one camps there. But on certain moonless nights, the jungle still whispers names—waiting for someone curious enough to listen.

So if you're ever deep in the woods and hear your own voice calling you…

Don’t answer.
Run.