Rahul had always been fascinated by old, abandoned places. One night, he decided to explore the deserted house at the edge of his village — a place everyone called “The House of Screams.” As the clock struck midnight, Rahul stepped inside with a torch in hand. The wooden door creaked open, and a cold wind brushed against his face.
Inside, the walls were covered with strange symbols, and the silence was eerie. Suddenly, a loud scream echoed through the hallway, freezing Rahul in place. He turned to run but found the door locked. The lights flickered, revealing faint shadows moving across the walls. Terrified, he stumbled into a room where an old photograph lay on the floor — a family portrait with one face scratched out.
As he picked it up, a woman’s whisper filled the air, “You shouldn’t have come here…” The next morning, villagers found the house empty — Rahul was gone. But from that day onward, every night at exactly 12, the same scream echoes from the old house, as if Rahul had joined the cursed souls trapped within
