Deep in the heart of a small village in northern India, there was an old, abandoned house that everyone feared. Stories were told of strange noises, shadowy figures, and whispers that echoed through the empty halls. The villagers claimed that the house was cursed by a Jinn—a powerful, vengeful spirit that preyed on anyone who dared to enter.
One night, a young man named Arman, known for his bravery, decided to prove that the stories were mere superstition. He ignored the villagers' warnings and entered the house with nothing but a flashlight and his phone to record his adventure.
As soon as he stepped inside, an eerie chill ran down his spine. Dust-covered furniture lay in disarray, and the air smelled of something rotten. But Arman pressed on, exploring room after room, whispering to himself that fear was only in the mind.
Suddenly, he heard it—a faint whisper. He froze. The whisper grew louder, morphing into a deep, guttural voice that called his name. "Arman..."
His heart pounded as he spun around, but there was nothing behind him. The flashlight flickered, and the darkness seemed to swallow the light. Panic crept in, but he forced himself to continue. In the farthest room, he found an old mirror covered in dust. As he wiped it clean, his reflection did not mimic his movements. Instead, it smiled... an unnatural, wicked grin.
Arman stumbled back in terror, but the reflection remained. Suddenly, the mirror cracked, and a black mist seeped out, swirling around him. The whispers turned into screams. He tried to run, but the doors slammed shut on their own. The darkness engulfed him, and he felt an unseen force tighten around his throat.
With all his strength, he recited prayers he had learned as a child. The whispers turned into agonized shrieks, and the grip loosened. Arman ran, barely escaping the house. When he reached the village, his hair had turned white, and his eyes were filled with unspeakable fear.
From that night on, he never spoke of what happened inside the house. The villagers say he was never the same again—haunted by something that still whispered in his ears when the night grew quiet.
And as for the house? It still stands, waiting for the next soul foolish enough to enter... and face the Jinn within.
