The Haunted Haveli!

 

I had always been fascinated by the old haveli in my village. It had been abandoned for years, and rumors said that it was haunted by the spirits of its former residents. My curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to explore the place with my friends.

As we entered the haveli, we were struck by its eerie silence. The air was thick with the smell of decay and neglect. The walls were covered in peeling paint, and the furniture was covered in cobwebs.

As we made our way through the dark corridors, we heard strange noises coming from the rooms. It sounded like whispers and moans, but we couldn't tell where they were coming from. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, and I knew that something was not right.

Suddenly, I saw a shadowy figure darting across the hallway. I froze in terror as the figure came closer and closer. It was a woman in a tattered sari, her face twisted in a grotesque expression of pain and anguish. She reached out to me, and I could feel her icy fingers touching my skin.

I tried to run, but my feet were rooted to the ground. My friends had already fled, leaving me behind to face the vengeful spirit. I could hear her laughter ringing in my ears, and I knew that I was doomed.

The next day, I visited the village elder and told him about my experience. He told me a chilling story about a woman who had been murdered in the haveli by her own family. Her spirit still haunted the place, seeking revenge on anyone who dared to enter.

From that day on, I avoided the haunted haveli at all costs. But sometimes, on quiet nights, I can still hear the whispers and moans of the vengeful spirit, and I know that the haunted haveli still stands as a monument to the horrors of the past.