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.

Room Number 7: The Real Haunted Story That Will Give You Sleepless Nights

 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.

Hey Brother, Don’t Step Out – Just Look Behind You!" (A True Horror Story)

 

It was past midnight when Rajiv and his friend Sagar were driving back from a remote village after attending a wedding. The road was lonely, surrounded by dense trees, and the air felt unusually heavy. Suddenly, their car stopped without warning. No engine failure, no flat tire — just dead silence.

Rajiv got irritated and opened the door to step out, but Sagar grabbed his arm and said in a trembling voice, “Hey... hey brother, don’t step out. Just look behind you. Slowly.”

Confused and nervous, Rajiv turned to look in the rearview mirror — and what he saw froze his blood. A woman in a white saree with a twisted neck and bloody eyes was clinging to the back of the car, staring directly at him.

They .locked the doors and sat frozen. The woman began tapping on the glass, whispering, “Take me home… you promised.” But they had never seen her before in their lives.

Moments later, the car restarted on its own. They drove off .without looking back.

To this day, Rajiv refuses to travel that road again. He still hears the whisper sometimes at night:

“You promised… yo

u promised…”

The Witch’s Curse: The Tale of the Demon Child

 

In a remote village, a mysterious woman arrived, dressed in black, with piercing eyes. No one knew her name, but whispers soon spread—she was a witch. One night, under a blood-red moon, she gave birth in the forest. Villagers claimed they heard inhuman screams and saw the trees bend unnaturally.

The next morning, the woman vanished, but left behind a baby wrapped in red cloth, lying near the river. The village priest warned, “This is no ordinary child. It carries a witch’s curse.” But a kind couple, unable to conceive, took the child home.

As the child grew, strange things began to happen. Mirrors cracked, pets disappeared, and at night, the baby laughed in two voices—one soft, the other deep and demonic. On her fifth birthday, the girl stared at her mother and whispered, “She’s coming back… tonight.”

That night, a shadow entered the house. The child’s eyes turned pitch black as she screamed, “Mother is here!” The couple was never seen again.

Locals say the girl still roams the forest, calling out to her real mother, the witch, waiting to complete the curse. And if you hear a child crying in the dark… don’t follow t

he sound.