Raat Dobara Aayi: The Haunted Haveli of Chandanpur – Full Horror Story Revealed

 

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.

Haunted Soul in the Haveli: The Journalist Who Never Returned

 

Rajiv, an investigative journalist, was determined to uncover the mystery of an old haveli that villagers claimed was haunted. Despite endless warnings, he entered the crumbling mansion one stormy evening, his recorder and camera ready. The air inside was heavy, carrying whispers that made his skin crawl.

As he walked deeper, he noticed portraits on the walls—faces with hollow eyes that seemed to follow him. Suddenly, a door slammed shut, locking him inside. The temperature dropped, and a woman’s faint cry echoed through the halls. Following the sound, Rajiv reached a dusty room where an old mirror stood cracked. In its reflection, he saw not himself, but a young woman in a bridal dress, her face pale, eyes bleeding tears.

She whispered, “I was betrayed, my soul trapped here forever. Now, you cannot leave.” Before Rajiv could react, the recorder in his hand played the same words back, though he had not spoken. Panic gripped him as invisible hands pulled him closer to the mirror.

The next morning, the villagers found his recorder outside the haveli. It played the chilling voice of the woman, followed by Rajiv’s scream—his body was never found.