Ravi and his wife Priya had finally bought their dream home on the outskirts of the city. It was a beautiful two-storey house with wide windows, a lush garden, and a quiet neighborhood. The price was surprisingly low, but the couple took it as their luck.
The first few days were peaceful. But then, strange things began happening.
At night, they heard whispers coming from the walls — soft, chilling voices that spoke in a language they couldn’t understand. Doors would creak open on their own, and the old wooden floor would creak under invisible footsteps.
One night, Ravi woke up to find Priya standing by the window, staring outside with blank eyes. When he called her name, she turned to him slowly — her eyes were completely black.
The next morning, Priya had no memory of it.
Terrified, Ravi decided to ask the neighbors about the house. An old lady living next door told him the truth — “That house belonged to the Mehra family. They all died… in their sleep… mysteriously… No one stays there for long.”
That evening, as Ravi searched the house, he found a hidden door behind the basement wall. It led to a small, dark room. On the walls were strange symbols, and in the center was an old, dusty mirror — cracked in places — but the reflection showed not him… but a pale, grinning family staring back at him.
Suddenly, the door slammed shut.
And Ravi realized…
They were never alone in that house.
