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The Last Bell

 The Last Bell Ravi apne school mein late tak ruk gaya tha. Baarish ho rahi thi aur poora school bilkul khaali tha. Achaanak ghadi ne 7 bajaye… Trinnn… Trinnn… School ki last bell apne-aap baj gayi. Ravi bola, “Strange… aaj toh koi bell bajane wala bhi nahi hai.” Jaise hi woh stairs se neeche aaya, use laga koi uske peeche chal raha hai. Tap… Tap… Woh ruk gaya. Footsteps bhi ruk gaye. Ravi ne slowly peeche dekha — koi nahi tha. Thoda ghabra ke woh gate ki taraf badha. Tabhi uski nazar guard ki chair par padi ek purani diary par gayi. Diary khuli hui thi. Last line mein likha tha: > “Jo student last bell ke baad school mein rukta hai, woh kabhi ghar nahi jaata.” Suddenly, saari lights band ho gayi. Andhere mein ek halki si awaaz aayi— “Tum bhi… late ho chuke ho.” Aur usi moment pe… school ki bel l dobara bajne lagi. Trinnn… Trinnn…
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Ek raat

 Raat ko Neha ne apni maa ki awaaz suni: “Beta, idhar aa.” Neha jaise hi uthne wali thi, uske phone par message aaya: “Mat jana… maa to mere paas so rahi hai.” 😶‍🌫️ Agar chaho to main aur bhi chhoti horror stories, zyada scary, ya school-friendly version bhi  suna sakta hoon.
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Aakhri message

 “Aakhri Message” Raat ke 2 baje the. Aarav apne phone par reels scroll kar raha tha. Achanak ek unknown number se message aaya: “Soye mat rehna.” Usne ignore kar diya. 1 minute baad phir message: “Main tumhare room ke bahar hoon.” Aarav thoda ghabra gaya, par socha koi prank hoga. Usne room ka darwaza khola—bahar bilkul sannata tha. Jab wo palta, uska phone phir vibrate hua. “Darwaza band kar lo.” Ab uska dil tez dhadakne laga. Usne turant darwaza band kiya aur bed par baith gaya. Phone screen par last message aaya: “Good. Ab piche mat dekhna.” Aarav froze ho gaya. Aur tabhi… uske kandhe par kisi ne dhee re se haath rakh diya.
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Raat ke 12 baje

  Raat ke 12 baje the. Rahul apne room mein akela baitha tha. Achaanak uske phone par ek message aaya: “Peeche mat dekhna.” Rahul ne socha koi mazaak hoga. Tabhi doosra message aaya: “Main tumhare room mein hoon.” Uska heart tez beat karne laga. Room bilkul shaant tha… bas clock ki tik-tik awaaz. Usne light on ki. Sab normal laga. Tabhi uske kaan ke paas kisi ne dheere se kaha: “Ab dekh lo…” Rahul ne peeche mudkar dekha. Mirror mein… uska re flection hi nahi tha.
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Library ka dusra floor

 “Library ka Dusra Floor” – Short Horror Story Raat ke 9 baj rahe the. Aryan apni school ki library me akela baitha project complete kar raha tha. Library almost khali thi — bas neeche ground floor par guard ki halki si awaaz aa rahi thi. Jab Aryan ka kaam almost ho gaya, tab usne dekha ki books return counter ke paas ek purani diary padi hui hai. Uspar dhool jam chuki thi, jaise saalon se kisi ne use touch na kiya ho. Diary kholte hi pehle page par likha tha: “Agar yeh diary mil jaye… toh dusre floor par mat jaana.” Aryan hansa. Library ka second floor saal bhar locked rehta tha — renovation ke chakkar me. Par diary me likhe bina rukke pages palatne lage… jaise kisi ne zor se hawa chala di ho. Tabhi upar se halki si books girne ki awaaz aayi. Aryan ruk gaya. Second floor locked hota hai… phir awaaz kaise? Curiosity me woh staircase ke paas gaya. Gate band tha. Lekin andar andhera me koi chalne ki halki si footsteps sunayi di. “…Koi hai wahan?” Aryan ne dheere se pucha. Footsteps r...
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Raat ka notification

 “Raat ka Notification – Part 2” Rohan ka dil itna tez dhadak raha tha ki use apni hi saans sunai de rahi thi. Room me halka sa thandaa hawa jaisa feel ho raha tha, jaise koi darwaze ke paas khada ho. Usne dheere se phone uthaya. Screen par wohi last message tha: “Don’t scream.” Rohan ne himmat karke apna room ka light switch dabaya… Par light on hi nahi hui. “Fuse gaya hoga,” usne khud se kaha, par uski awaaz me bhi darr tha. Tabhi phone fir vibrate hua. “Lights won’t help.” Rohan ke haath thande pad gaye. Yeh kaise janta tha ki Rohan ne light on karne ki koshish ki? Usne darwaze ke paas dekha— Peeche koi nahi dikha, bas ek lambi si shadow, jaise kisi ne hall me movement kiya ho. Rohan ne himmat jod kar dheere se darwaza thoda aur khola. Hall pura andhera tha. Par ek cheez alag thi… Shoe-rack ke upar uska purana family photo frame padha tha—jo shaam ko to table par tha. Rohan ne dheere se frame uthaya. Frame ke glass par koi ungli se likh kar gaya tha: “You’re not alone.” Phone fi...
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Khali kamra

 “Khali Kamra” – Horror Story Ravi ek purane guest house me raat ko ruk gaya. Guest house ka malik bola, “Beta, bas ek baat yaad rakhna… room number 7 ka darwaza kabhi mat kholna.” Ravi ne haan me sir hilaya, par uske man me curiosity jag gayi. Raat ke 2 baje, usko halki knock-knock ki awaaz sunayi di. Awaaz room number 7 se aa rahi thi. Pehle dheere knock… phir zor se… THUMP… THUMP… THUMP. Ravi dar ke maare jag gaya. Darwaza handle hil raha tha, jaise koi bahar se nahi, andar se nikalne ki koshish kar raha ho. Ravi ne hausla kiya aur zor se bola, “Kaun hai waha?!” Awaaz ekdum bandh ho gayi. Usne peephole se dekhna chaha… par peephole andhera tha. Andhere me se ek halki si fufkaar nikli: “Tum jaag kyu gaye…?” Ravi ka dil tez dhadakne laga. Usne peephole se hatke light on ki, par tab bhi corridor me koi nahi tha… sirf thandi hawa ka ek jhonka. Subah hotey hi woh guest house se nikal gaya. Jaane se pehle usne malik se pucha: “Room number 7 me hai kya?” Malik ne dheere se jawab diya: ...
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