Shushant

Ek chhoti si gaon mein, ek purana haveli tha jise log bhootia kehte the. Log kehte the ki raat ko us haveli mein ajeeb awaazein aati hain, darwaze khud-ba-khud khulte band hote hain.

Ek din, Ravi aur uske dost Neel us haveli mein jaane ka faisla kiye. Raat hone par, dono haveli ke andar ghus gaye. Andhera itna tha ki apne haath ke agle ungli bhi dikhayi nahi de rahe the. Jaise-jaise woh aage badhe, ek thandi hawa ka jhonka aaya aur haveli mein sab kuch shant ho gaya.

Tabhi, ek kamre se halki si roshni chamki, aur ek awaaz aayi, "Kya tum yahan ho?" Ravi ne dard se apni saansen tez kar li. Neel ne kaha, "Chalo wapas chalte hain." Par Ravi ne socha, "Main sachai jaanunga."

Jab Ravi ne dheere se darwaza khola, to andar kuch na tha — sirf ek purani diary. Jab usne diary kholi, usmein likha tha, "Main yahan hoon, intezaar kar raha hoon."

Tabhi peeche se darwaza zor se band hua, aur haveli mein sab kuch ghoom gaya...

(Ab batao, tum chahte ho main kahani aage badhaoon ya yahi suspense ch

hod doon?)