THE PHANTOM INN OF JAMPUI HILLS

Nestled in the serene Jampui Hills of Tripura, India,surrounded by verdant greenery and misty landscapes, stood the Eden Garden Resort. Once a haven of luxury and tranquility, it had been abandoned for years, its halls now echoing with whispers of ghostly apparitions and unsettling mysteries.

Local legends spoke of a tragic night when the resort hosted its last grand event—a masquerade ball. As the clock struck midnight, a devastating fire broke out, trapping many of the guests inside. Their desperate cries echoed through the night, but by dawn, the resort was nothing more than a charred skeleton. Since that fateful night, the spirits of the guests were said to haunt the ruins, trapped in an eternal masquerade.

Curious and drawn to the supernatural, a group of friends—Nilesh, Priyash, Subrahnil, Arghadweep, Abir, Pritam, Rohit, Aditya, Ankit, Nishant, Anik, Rajdeep, Fiyas, Mrimoy, Aditya, Lohit, Debvjoti, and Ishan—decided to explore the Eden Garden Resort. Armed with flashlights and cameras, they ventured into the forsaken hotel on a moonless night. The air was thick with the scent of decay, and an uncanny silence enveloped them as they crossed the threshold.

As they navigated the crumbling hallways, strange occurrences began to unfold. Doors creaked open and slammed shut on their own, cold gusts of wind brushed past them, and faint whispers seemed to come from the shadows. The friends exchanged nervous glances but pressed on, their curiosity outweighing their fear.

In the grand ballroom, they found remnants of the masquerade—tattered masks, broken chandeliers, and scorched walls bearing the scars of the fire. A sudden chill filled the room, and the ghostly figures of the past began to materialize. Elegant men and women in ornate masks and gowns danced silently, their eyes hollow and their movements otherworldly.

Priyash, who had always been sensitive to the supernatural, felt a strong presence guiding him toward a hidden corner of the room. There, he discovered an old, ornate mirror, its surface cracked and tarnished. As he peered into the mirror, the reflection transformed, revealing the tragic events of the masquerade night. The flames, the panic, and the sorrowful faces of the guests played out before his eyes.

Suddenly, a spectral figure appeared beside him in the mirror—a beautiful woman in a crimson gown, her mask adorned with intricate details. The woman spoke, her voice a soft whisper, "Free us from this eternal dance."

Determined to help, Priyash and his friends retraced the steps of the guests, gathering the scattered remnants of the masquerade and returning them to their rightful places. As they completed their task, the ghostly figures paused their dance, turning to face the friends with expressions of gratitude.

With a final, haunting melody, the spirits began to fade, their forms dissolving into the air. The oppressive atmosphere lifted, and the Eden Garden Resort seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. They also discovered the names of the resort's managers, Pankaj Tripura and Minuti Das, inscribed on a plaque in the hallway. The security guard, Rakesh Das, was also among the haunted figures they saw.

The friends left the hotel, the weight of their experience heavy on their minds, but their hearts lighter knowing they had brought peace to the restless souls.

To this day, the ruins of the Eden Garden Resort stand as a testament to the power of compassion and bravery. The locals remember the courageous friends who ventured into the haunted hotel and helped the spirits find their way to the afterlife. The legend of the ghost hotel of Jampui Hills lives on, a haunting reminder that even in the darkest places, light and hope can prevail.