Raghav, Tina, Joy aur Khushi college ke dost the. Chhuttiyon mein unhone 15 din ke liye pahaadon mein ek sundar sa ghar rent par liya. Ghar ke charon taraf oonche pahaad, ghane jungle aur khoobsurat nazare the. Ghar mein ek chhota sa swimming pool bhi tha.

Jab woh log wahan pahunch rahe the, raste mein kuch local logon ne unhe roka.

"Beta, akhri wala ghar mat lena... woh ghar shaapit hai."

Property dealer hans pada.

"Arre, gaon walon ki baatein hain. Aap log tension mat lo."

Doston ne bhi baat ko mazaak samajhkar taal diya.

Shaam ko sab taiyaar hokar ghoomne nikle aur der raat wapas aaye. Thak kar sab apne kamron mein sone chale gaye.

Raat ke kareeb 2 baje Raghav ki aankh khuli.

Use kitchen se kisi ke chalne ki awaaz aa rahi thi.

Usne dekha Tina uske paas hi so rahi thi.

Dheere se woh kitchen ki taraf gaya.

Jaise hi woh kitchen mein pahuncha, band nal achanak khud-ba-khud khul gaya.

Paani zor-zor se behne laga.

Khidkiyan dhad-dhad kar hilne lagi.

Raghav darr ke maare cheekh pada.

"Bachao!"

Uski awaaz sunkar Joy, Tina aur Khushi daud kar aaye.

Lekin jab unhone dekha to sab kuch normal tha.

Sabne kaha,

"Yaar, tujhe bura sapna aaya hoga."

Raghav chup ho gaya, lekin uska dil keh raha tha ki kuch galat zaroor hai.

Agli subah sab pahaadon mein ghoomne nikle.

Raaste mein unki mulaqat ek buzurg aurat se hui.

Aurat ne unhe dekhte hi poocha,

"Tum log us akhri ghar mein reh rahe ho?"

Sabne haan mein sir hilaya.

Aurat ka chehra peela pad gaya.

"Woh ghar shaapit hai. Jo bhi wahan jaata hai, aksar laut kar nahi aata."

Sab hansne lage.

Lekin aurat ne phir kaha,

"Aur yaad rakhna... agar tumhe kuch ajeeb dikhe... uski taraf dhyaan mat dena. Jitna dhyaan doge, uski taaqat utni badhegi."

Yeh kehkar woh chali gayi.

Shaam ko jab sab ghar wapas aaye, to ghar ka mukhya darwaza achanak band ho gaya.

Sabne milkar kholne ki koshish ki.

Lekin darwaza hil bhi nahi raha tha.

Tabhi swimming pool ki taraf se kisi ke rone ki awaaz aayi.

Sabne mudkar dekha.

Pool ke paani se ek safed kapdon wali ladki dheere-dheere rengte hue bahar nikal rahi thi.

Uske baal chehre par bikhre hue the.

Uski aankhen poori kaali thi.

Sabki saansen ruk gayi.

Tabhi Raghav ko mehsoos hua ki kisi ne uska pair pakad liya hai.

Woh zor se cheekha.

Chudail ne apna sir dheere-dheere unki taraf ghumaaya.

Uska chehra dekhte hi sab darr ke maare bhaag pade.

Woh log ek kamre mein ghus gaye aur darwaza lock kar diya.

Joy ko achanak us buzurg aurat ki baat yaad aayi.

"Uski taraf mat dekhna... nahi to uski taaqat badhegi."

Sab chup-chaap baithe rahe.

Kamre mein rakha khana khane ki koshish kar rahe the ki tabhi Khushi ne mehsoos kiya...

Uske kandhe par kisi ka geela haath rakha hua hai.

Lekin darr ke maare usne kuch nahi kaha.

Kamre ka mahaul aur bhi bhayanak ho gaya.

Achanak bahar se ek khaufnaak cheekh sunai di.

Agli hi pal chudail kamre ke andar aa gayi.

Usne Tina ka gala pakad liya.

Tina zor-zor se cheekhne lagi.

"Bachao! Bachao!"

Raghav aur Joy ne use chhudane ki bahut koshish ki.

Lekin chudail ki taaqat insaano se kai guna zyada thi.

Tab Khushi ko yaad aaya ki uske bag mein Gangajal ki chhoti si bottle hai.

Usne himmat karke Gangajal chudail par phenka.

Gangajal lagte hi chudail zor-zor se cheekhne lagi.

Uski cheekhon se poora ghar goonj utha.

Mauka dekhkar chaaron dost darwaza todkar bahar bhaage.

Raat ke andhere mein bhaagte-bhaagte woh ek purane mandir tak pahunch gaye.

Mandir ke andar ghuste hi sab kuch shaant ho gaya.

Subah hone par unhone woh ghar hamesha ke liye chhod diya.

Aaj bhi jab woh dost milte hain, us shaapit ghar aur us raat ko yaad karke kaanp uthte hain.

Unka woh honeymoon trip aur vacation...

ek darawani yaad bankar reh gaya.

THE END 👻

Pahaadon Ka Shaapit Ghar

BHOOT – Episode: Bhootiya Kitaab Bolti Hai

Tagline: "Har kitaab gyaan nahi deti... kuch kitaabein chetavni deti hain."

Do mahine pehle, Deep, ek mehnati student, apni class ka topper banne ke liye din-raat padhai kar raha tha.

Ek din usne purani books ki dukaan se ek ajeeb si kitaab kharidi.

Shaam ko jab woh padhne baitha, achanak kitaab table par uchhalne lagi aur uske panne apne aap palatne lage.

Deep ne socha ki shayad hawa ki wajah se aisa ho raha hai.

Lekin jab usne dobara padhna shuru kiya, toh usne dekha ki kitaab ke shabd dheere-dheere gayab ho rahe hain.

Tabhi ek chhote ladke ka chehra kitaab ke andar se bahar nikla.

Deep darr gaya.

Achanak kitaab hawa mein udne lagi aur uska peecha karne lagi.

Deep gir gaya aur chot kha baitha.

Woh bhoot uske kaan ke paas aakar phusphusaya—

"Maine mana kiya tha... yeh kitaab mat padh. Warna tum mar jaoge."

Agale hi pal sab kuch shaant ho gaya.

Kitaab zameen par padi thi.

Deep ne socha ki shayad yeh koi bura sapna tha.

Usne himmat karke kitaab phir kholi.

Is baar usne ek aadmi ko pankhe se latka hua dekha.

Woh aadmi dheere-dheere uski taraf dekhne laga.

Kitaab hawa mein udi aur ek pen apne aap chalne laga.

Usne panne par likha—

"Warning di thi... yeh kitaab mat padho."

Kamre ki saari kitaabein shelf se nikal kar Deep par hamla karne lagi.

Deep cheekhte hue behosh ho gaya.

Agli subah Deep apne dost Prithvi se mila, jisne uska mazaak udaaya.

"Ab toh kitaab bhi tujhe padhne nahi de rahi."

Prithvi ne Deep ki baat par yakeen nahi kiya.

Us shaam woh khud us kitaab ko padhne baith gaya.

Aur wahi sab kuch uske saath bhi hua.

Kitaab hawa mein udne lagi.

Panne khud palatne lage.

Bhoot uska peecha karne laga.

Prithvi ghar se bhaaga, lekin kitaab ne use bhi buri tarah ghaayal kar diya.

Kisi tarah woh bachkar bahar nikla.

Ab dono ko yakeen ho chuka tha ki kitaab mein koi rahasya chhupa hai.

Agle din dono us buzurg vyakti ke paas gaye jisse woh kitaab pehle belong karti thi.

Buzurg ne ek daraavna sach bataya.

Kai saal pehle is kitaab ka maalik ek bahut hoshiyar student tha.

Woh har haal mein topper banna chahta tha.

Woh din-raat isi kitaab se padhai karta tha.

Lekin exam mein fail ho gaya.

Niraash hokar usne apni jaan de di.

Uski aatma isi kitaab mein phans gayi.

Lekin woh buri aatma nahi thi.

Marne ke baad use ehsaas hua ki sirf marks aur topper banna hi zindagi nahi hoti.

Ab jab bhi koi student us kitaab ko padhkar apni zindagi barbaad karne ki had tak pressure leta hai, woh aatma use dara kar rokne ki koshish karti hai.

Woh maarna nahi chahti.

Woh bachana chahti hai.

Deep aur Prithvi ko sach samajh aa gaya.

Dono ne milkar us kitaab ko ek purane sandook mein band karke door phek diya.

Us raat Deep ko sapne mein wahi ladka dikhai diya.

Is baar woh muskura raha tha.

Usne kaha—

"Padhai zaroor karo...
lekin apni zindagi se zyada nahi."

Subah uthkar Deep ne pehli baar bina darr ke kitaab kholi.

Aur us din se usne marks ke liye nahi, seekhne ke liye padhna shuru kar diya.

👻📖 BHOOT – Bhootiya Kitaab Bolti Hai.

THE END

Tagline: "Some schools teach lessons... this one teaches fear."

Jiya, a 10-year-old girl studying in 4th standard, has always struggled with academics. After being expelled from her previous school, her family moves to Bhopal, where she gets admission to a small, old school on the outskirts of the city.

Today is her first day.

As she walks through the school corridor, someone suddenly pushes her from behind. She falls and scrapes her knee.

When she turns around, nobody is there.

Feeling uneasy, Jiya enters her classroom.

The moment she sits down, the classroom door slams shut on its own.

She looks around in horror.

Every student in the classroom is staring at her.

None of them have eyeballs.

Terrified, Jiya screams and runs toward the door, but invisible hands grab her and tie her to her chair.

The eyeless students begin whispering her name.

Somehow she manages to free herself and escape.

As she runs through the corridor, strange black words start crawling out of the classroom blackboard like living insects.

The words float through the air screaming:

"STAY IN CLASS!"

Jiya faints.

When she regains consciousness, the school bell is ringing.

The corridors are empty.

She rushes to a water cooler to drink water.

Instead of water, thick red liquid pours out.

Panicking, she looks down and sees what appears to be her own dead body lying on the floor.

She screams and runs away.

Soon she finds a teacher and tells her everything.

But when the teacher turns around, Jiya discovers the teacher has no legs and is floating above the floor.

More teachers appear from every direction.

They drag her toward the principal's office.

Jiya escapes again.

The teachers become furious and begin attacking her with flying books, rulers, and desks.

A ghostly voice echoes through the building:

"Do not run. Obey your teachers."

She is forced back into a classroom.

The ghost teacher writes a question on the blackboard.

"Answer correctly and you may leave.

Answer incorrectly and the punishment is death."

Jiya desperately answers.

Even after giving the correct answer, haunted books fly across the room and strike her repeatedly.

She makes one final attempt to escape through the main gate.

The moment she touches it, a powerful electric shock throws her backward into the classroom.

There she notices a message slowly appearing on the blackboard:

"NO ONE CAN LEAVE BEFORE 6 P.M."

While hiding inside an old storeroom, Jiya discovers dusty records revealing the school's dark secret.

Years ago, a bullied student poisoned all the teachers during a school function.

Every teacher died.

The student disappeared and was never found.

Since that day, the spirits of the dead teachers have haunted the school.

Any child who accidentally enters after school hours becomes trapped inside and is forced to obey their deadly lessons.

As the clock approaches 6:00 p.m., the spirits become weaker.

Jiya survives until the final bell rings.

The gates finally open.

She runs out of the school and never looks back.

The next morning, she returns with her parents and the police.

But to everyone's shock...

The haunted school is gone.

Only an empty field remains.

On the ground lies a rusted school bell.

As Jiya picks it up, she hears a faint whisper:

"Class will begin again tomorrow..."

THE END 👻🏫📚

BHOOT

"Some childhood mistakes never stay buried..."

Fifteen years after leaving her home and cutting all ties with her mother, Aakriti returns with her husband Rohan and twelve-year-old daughter Mishka.

Aakriti had run away at the age of twelve after a bitter family dispute and later married against her family's wishes. Since then, she had never spoken to her mother. Now, after learning that her mother's health is deteriorating, she reluctantly returns to her ancestral home.

The old house feels strange from the moment they arrive.

Her mother repeatedly warns her:

"Some memories should never be awakened."

Aakriti dismisses it as old-age fear.

That night at exactly 3:00 a.m., she wakes up and discovers Mishka missing from her bed.

Panicking, she searches the dark corridors and suddenly sees her daughter standing on a narrow window ledge of the second floor.

"Mishka!" she screams.

As she rushes forward, the girl vanishes.

In her place stands the shadowy figure of a young child.

Terrified, Aakriti chases the figure through the house. The child runs into an old storage room where a dusty trolley bag lies abandoned.

The bag suddenly moves on its own.

When Aakriti tries to open it, the zipper bursts open and something invisible grabs her leg, dragging her across the floor. She crashes into walls and furniture, injuring herself badly.

Inside the trolley bag she sees what appears to be Mishka trapped within it. As she tries to pull her daughter out, the girl's hair becomes tangled inside and she cries for help.

Then, in a blink, Mishka appears downstairs hugging her grandmother.

The trolley bag is empty.

Aakriti begins questioning her sanity.

The next day things become worse.

Mishka is seen laughing and playing with an invisible friend.

When Aakriti approaches, toys begin moving on their own. A toy monkey falls from a shelf and strikes her.

Later, she finds Mishka talking to a mysterious little girl.

The child smiles.

Moments later, Mishka is locked inside a wardrobe.

Aakriti desperately opens it.

A small body falls out.

For a horrifying second she believes it is Mishka.

But it is another little girl she has never seen before.

The body disappears moments later.

That evening, her mother finally reveals a dark secret from Aakriti's childhood.

Years ago, Aakriti had a best friend named Namita.

One day, while playing hide-and-seek, the two girls climbed inside a large trolley bag.

A childish argument broke out.

In anger, Aakriti locked Namita inside the bag and left.

The frightened child suffocated before anyone found her.

The incident was covered up as a tragic accident.

Aakriti had buried the memory deep inside her mind.

Now Namita's spirit has returned.

Not to kill.

But to force Aakriti to remember.

That night the family tries to flee the house.

As they reach the front door, they see the old trolley bag waiting in the hallway.

It slowly unzips itself.

Inside is Mishka.

The bag closes around her.

Aakriti falls to her knees and finally confesses everything.

Tears streaming down her face, she begs Namita for forgiveness.

The spirit of the little girl appears.

For the first time, her face shows sadness instead of anger.

She forgives Aakriti and disappears into the darkness.

The haunting ends.

The family leaves safely.

But six months later, Aakriti suffers a mysterious accident that permanently damages her hearing.

As she sits alone in silence one night, she hears a faint whisper in her remaining ear:

"I forgave you...
But I never forgot."

A small child's laughter echoes in the distance.

THE END.

Long ago, in the remote village of Azadpur, a humble teacher ran a small Pathshala beneath a giant banyan tree. He believed education could transform lives and spent years convincing villagers to send their children to school.

But the villagers opposed education. They wanted their children to work in the fields instead of studying.

Among the village children was a bright young boy whose dream was to learn and become a teacher. The villagers mocked him and brutally silenced his dream. One dark night, the boy was killed and secretly buried beneath the banyan tree.

Soon afterward, a terrifying curse fell upon Azadpur.

Every newborn child in the village would mysteriously die before dawn. By sunrise, the dead infant would be found hanging from the same banyan tree. Fear consumed the village. After sunset, no one dared leave their homes.

Years later, the teacher's son, Arjun, returns to Azadpur after becoming a successful businessman in America. He is shocked to discover the village frozen in fear and silence after 7 p.m.

That very night, a pregnant woman goes into labor. The entire village gathers to protect the newborn from the curse. At 1 a.m., a healthy baby boy is born.

For a while, everything seems normal.

But at 3 a.m., the baby's eyes suddenly turn blood red.

To everyone's horror, the two-hour-old infant stands up and begins walking. He lets out a chilling laugh and declares:

"Every one of you will die!"

The baby walks toward the banyan tree. Arjun tries to stop him but is thrown against a wall by an unseen force.

Gathering courage, Arjun recites the Hanuman Chalisa and grabs the child's hand again.

The spirit finally reveals the truth.

The ghost is the soul of the young boy buried beneath the tree decades ago. He tells Arjun that the villagers and their elders destroyed his dream of education and buried him beneath the banyan tree because he wanted to study.

Filled with anger, he cursed the village so that no child would ever live to receive the education that was denied to him.

Arjun pleads with the spirit.

He promises to build a school in Azadpur, educate every child free of cost, and dedicate his life to fulfilling the dream that was stolen from the boy.

The spirit sees the sincerity in Arjun's heart.

As dawn approaches, the banyan tree trembles, the buried soul finds peace, and the curse is finally lifted.

The newborn child returns to normal, and for the first time in decades, a baby survives the night in Azadpur.

Years later, the banyan tree stands beside a thriving school filled with children's laughter.

A plaque at the entrance reads:

"Education is every child's right. Denying it is the greatest curse."

Tagline: "A village feared a ghost for decades... only to discover it was the spirit of a child whose dream was education."

AZADPUR – The Curse of the Banyan Tree

Anjaan Pe Bharosa

NEVER TRUST A STRANGER - Thriller Stories by PK

Ritesh, a young traveler heading toward Amravati, meets two cheerful girls — Ridhima and Khush — during his journey. The trio quickly becomes close friends.

The next evening, Ridhima and Khush invite Ritesh to their apartment for dinner. Music, drinks, and laughter fill the night. Soon all three become heavily intoxicated, and the girls insist that Ritesh stay overnight instead of travelling back alone.

Late at night, Ritesh suddenly wakes up screaming in terror.

He claims that an invisible force attacked him inside the room. He says the door slammed him repeatedly against the wall and a burning soul entered his body. Terrified, he removes his shirt and the girls are horrified to see deep wounds and burn marks appearing across his chest.

Ritesh begs to leave immediately.

Khush offers to accompany him while Ridhima stays back alone in the apartment.

But moments later, horrifying events begin.

As Ridhima tries to sleep, the bedsheet beside her starts moving on its own. Suddenly, a severed head appears beneath the blanket, laughing horribly before sucking blood from her neck.

Panicked, she runs through the dark apartment as whispering voices scream into her ears. Blood begins pouring from her ears. Knives start falling from the ceiling, badly wounding her body.

Terrified, Ridhima escapes and runs toward Khush for help.

But Khush suddenly becomes furious.

She tells Ridhima to stop pretending because the original plan was to murder Ritesh that night, sell his organs, and disappear before morning.

Suddenly, the atmosphere freezes.

Ritesh slowly lifts his head.

His face transforms into something inhuman.

Before they can react, a supernatural force brutally attacks both girls. Khush’s eyes are ripped out while iron rods smash into Ridhima’s body. Invisible nails tear through flesh as Khush’s heart is violently ripped from her chest.

Both girls scream helplessly.

Ritesh then reveals the horrifying truth.

Two years earlier, he had met the same girls during a train journey. They drugged him, murdered him, and sold all his organs on the black market.

Now his restless soul has returned for revenge.

One by one, he removes every organ from their bodies exactly the way they once killed him.

As dawn arrives, the apartment falls silent.

The soul of Ritesh disappears forever, leaving behind only blood, darkness, and a terrifying warning:

Never trust a stranger.

THE CURSED SLEEPER BUS - Thriller Stories by PK

Amit and Arohee, a newly married couple from Noida, begin their honeymoon journey on a luxurious AC sleeper bus travelling through a lonely mountain highway at night.

Exhausted from the trip, both fall asleep peacefully. But suddenly, Arohee wakes up in terror after realizing Amit is missing from his berth. As she searches inside the dimly lit bus, her heart freezes — Amit’s body is hanging from the roof of the bus.

Panicking, she runs to the conductor for help. But when the conductor points toward another berth, Arohee is horrified to see Amit’s dead body lying there again. One by one, the passengers surrounding her begin staring at her with twisted smiles. Their bodies slowly squeeze toward her from every side as if trapping her alive.

Just when the nightmare reaches its peak, Arohee suddenly wakes up. It was only a dream.

Relieved but shaken, she goes back to sleep.

Hours later, Amit suddenly wakes after hearing someone whispering into his ears. An unseen force drags him down from the berth onto the bus floor. Terrified, he looks upward and sees severed heads hanging from the roof of the moving bus.

The bus corridor stretches endlessly as headless passengers begin walking toward him. Frozen in fear and unable to scream, Amit stumbles outside the bus and falls unconscious on the highway.

Moments later, Arohee wakes again and discovers Amit missing for real. She rushes outside and finds him lying unconscious on the road. She pours water on him and both run back toward the bus.

But what they witness next destroys all hope.

The driver’s body is gone.

Only two severed hands remain on the steering wheel, still driving the speeding bus through the mountains.

The exit door locks itself.

The seats begin violently shuffling on their own, smashing Amit and Arohee against the walls. The lights flicker before exploding one after another directly in front of their faces.

Bleeding and wounded, they desperately try to escape.

Suddenly iron rods burst from the sides of the bus and strike them repeatedly. Ghostly hands fly through the air and grab both of them tightly.

A horrifying spirit sits on Arohee’s chest and brutally tears her head apart as blood rains throughout the bus.

Amit screams helplessly as dozens of ghosts surround him — the souls of passengers who had died in a terrible accident on the same highway days earlier.

The bus was cursed.

Every new passenger who booked the night sleeper bus was destined to die.

And now Amit and Arohee have become its next victims.

A possessive and mentally unstable man murders his girlfriend in a fit of obsession and guilt, hiding the truth behind her mysterious disappearance. Soon after, he brings another woman into his life and moves with her into the same house where the crime took place.

But strange whispers, terrifying sounds, and ghostly disturbances begin haunting the new girlfriend. As the paranormal incidents grow intense, she realizes the spirit haunting the house is trying to reveal a dark secret. Determined to uncover the truth behind the voices, she investigates the past and slowly discovers the horrifying reality of the murdered woman.

The story unfolds as a psychological horror thriller blending love, obsession, murder, and supernatural revenge, leading to a shocking confrontation between the psycho lover and the restless spirit seeking justice.