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 ruk gayi.


Phir diary ke peeche se ek line khud-ba-khud likhne lagi, jaise invisible pen chal raha ho:


“Tumse pehle bhi kisi ne poocha tha…”


Aryan ne diary band ki aur peeche mudh kar daud lagayi. Neeche aate hi guard ne pucha:


“Beta itni der upar kya kar rahe the? Wahan to… koi nahi jaa sakta.”


Aryan ne diary guard ko dene ke liye muh modha—

par diary uske haath se gaayab thi.


Bas uske cover ka ek tukda floor par pada tha jisme likha tha:


“Next reader found.”

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