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:


“Beta… yahan sirf 6 rooms hain. Room number 7 kabhi tha hi nahi.”


Ravi ne palatkar building dekhi—

Corridor ke end me jaha raat ko darw

aza tha, waha sirf deewar khadi thi.

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