Ibrahim hyderi ki khaufnaak haveli

Mera naam Haris hai, aur main aaj aapko ek aisi kahani sunane jaa raha hoon jo sirf kahani nahi hai, balki ek aise waqia ka majmua hai jo meri zindagi ko hamesha ke liye badal gaya. Main chahta hoon ke aap isse ek man-ghadant kahani na samjhein. Jo hone jaa raha hai, woh kisi film ya drame ka scene nahi, ek haqiqat hai—woh bhi itni darawani ke insaan ki rooh tak kaanp jaaye. Main aur mere do dost—Noman aur Aliya—teenon ne milkar ek YouTube channel banaya tha, jiska naam tha BloodTale Explorers. Hum haunted jagahon ko explore karte, logon ke kehne par un manhoos maqamat par jaate aur raat bhar rehte. Humara maqsad sirf views lena nahi tha, hum asal mein jaan'na chahte the ke paranormal duniya mein kya waqehi kuch hai ya sirf logon ka waham hai. Ek din Karachi ke Ibrahim Hyderi ke ek rehtaasi ne humein email bheji. Usne likha ke uske ilaqe mein ek purani haveli hai, jise log "Khooni Haveli" kehte hain. Uska kehna tha ke wahan raat ko cheekhen sunayi deti hain, kabhi kabhi haveli ke jharokhon se laal roshni chamakti hai, aur sabse khaas baat—jo bhi us haveli mein gaya, wapas poora nahi aaya. Aisi baatein hum pehle bhi sun chuke thay. Lekin is baar baat kuch aur thi. Ibrahim Hyderi ka naam hi kaafi tha. Us ilaqe ka itihas bhi kuch ajeeb hain. Humne decide kiya ke agle hafte wahan jaayenge. Raat ka waqt tay hua—12:30 baje hum Ibrahim Hyderi pahunche. Aliya ne camera nikala, Noman ne flashlight aur EMF detector on kiya, aur maine drone uthaya taake haveli ka bird’s-eye view le saken. Haveli samundar ke kinare ke qareeb ek sunsaan jagah par thi. Samundar ki lehron ki awaz aur hawa mein chhupi nami, sab kuch kisi darawani dastaan ka hissa lag raha tha. Haveli ke gate pe peetal ka taala tha, jo kishti ke purane jang lage zanjeeron jaisa lag raha tha. Noman ne hath lagaya to woh khud hi khul gaya. "Yeh pehle se khula hua tha kya?" Aliya ne halki awaz mein poocha."Nahi. Maine dekha tha, taala tha is par," maine jawab diya. Gate khula aur hum teeno haveli ke andar chale gaye. Andar sab kuch viran tha. Deewar par purani tasveerein thi—Nawab Sikandar Ali aur uska khandaan. Unki aankhon mein kuch tha—jaise wo tasveerein humein ghoor rahi ho. Har taraf dhool thi, makdi ke jaale, aur hawa mein ajeeb si bu, jaise puraani laasho ki milajuli boo ho. Jaise hi humne central hall mein qadam rakha, camera ka battery suddenly 90% se 5% pe aa gaya. "Yeh kya masla hai?" Aliya ne camera band kiya. maine kaha "Mere phone ka bhi signal gaya hai,". Noman ne kaha, "Chalo bas ek baar andar ki taraf dekh lete hain, phir chalte hain. Ye sab bakwas hai." Humne chaar taraf ke darwaze dekhe. Ek darwaza khaas tha—us par laal rang se kuch likha tha: "Wapas mat jao, jo aaya woh yaheen reh gaya." Mera dil tez dhadakne laga, lekin humne us darwaze ko dhakel diya. Darwaza bohot bhaari tha, lekin khul gaya. Andar ek lambi, andheri surang thi. Flashlight on ki, aur chalna shuru kiya. Surang mein kuch ajeeb si thandak thi, jaise kisi ne hamare saath saans lena band kar diya ho. Hamesha ki tarah, Noman sabse aage tha. Aliya beech mein, main peechhe. Hum chalte rahe. Surang mein se ek awaaz aayi—bilkul halki, magar saaf: "Madad karo…" "Yeh kisne kaha?" Aliya ne seedha poocha. "Shayad koi prank kar raha hai?" maine kaha, lekin andar se khud bhi hil chuka tha. Surang ka aakhri sirah ek kamre mein khulta tha. Jaise hi humne us kamre ka darwaza khola, andar ek chhoti si dhooni jal rahi thi—aur chaar taraf laal rang ke haath ke nishaan deewar pe the. Humein samajh nahi aaya ke ye sab kaun karta hai itni virani mein? Phir achanak Aliya cheekhi. Humne dekha ke uske pair ke paas ek katam kaat rahi thi—lekin woh katam koi normal janwar nahi thi. Uska rang laal tha, aankhein safed, aur woh hawa mein tair rahi thi. Noman ne uss par torch maari, to woh hawa mein ghul gayi jaise dhuan. Aliya ki halat kharab thi. Maine kaha, "Chalo yahan se nikalte hain." Wapas surang mein aaye to raste badal chuke thay. Woh raasta jisse aaye thay, woh gayab tha. Ab sirf andhera, aur ek aur naya raasta—jahan se sadi hui laash ki boo aa rahi thi. Noman ne kaha, "Yeh maze le rahe hain humare sath. Yeh haveli zinda hai." Jaise hi usne yeh kaha, ek thappar ki awaaz hui. Noman ghoom gaya, uska gala khud hi ek dikhayi na dene wali taaqat se uth gaya. Main aur Aliya chillaye. Humne Noman ka pair pakda, lekin kuch nahi ho raha tha. Uski aankhen safed ho gayi thi. Achanak sab kuch khamosh ho gaya. Woh gir gaya. Saans le raha tha lekin aankhen band. Hum usay utha ke bhaag nikle. Par haveli ke darwaze ab band thay. Har raasta badal chuka tha. Haveli ab ek maaze ban chuki thi. Ek kone mein ek ladki ki awaaz aayi, “Yeh mera ghar hai... tum logon ne mujhe jagaya hai.” Aliya ne camera wapas chalu kiya. Lens mein ek chhoti si bachchi nazar aayi—safed libaas, lekin mooh khoon se bhara hua. Usne sirf itna kaha, “Ab tum yahan raho ge...” Camera band ho gaya. Tab se humein yaad nahi kya hua. Jab hosh aaya to hum Ibrahim Hyderi ke samundar ke kinare pade thay. Subah ho chuki thi. Noman ab bhi behosh tha. Uske haath pe kuch likha tha, laal khoon se:"Main tumhare saath hoon." Aliya ne dobara kabhi camera nahi uthaya. Noman ne baat karna band kar diya. Aur maine... maine yeh sab likh diya, sirf is liye ke agar koi is haveli ka naam le, to pehle soch le... Yeh kahani nahi, yeh intebaah hai. Ibrahim Hyderi ki woh haveli zinda hai. Aur jo andar jata hai...Woh kabhi waapas nahi aata. Agar tumne yeh kahani akhri line tak padhi hai, to bas ek baat yaad rakhna:Agar kisi purani jagah se laal roshni aaye, ya cheekhen sunai dein... to dekhna mat.Kyunki tum dekhoge... to wo tumhein dekh legi.