Lost in the Haunted Maze: The True Story of a Boy Who Never Returned – Bhool Bhulaiya Horror Tale

My name is Sahil. Today, the story I’m about to tell you isn’t just a story... it’s a truth so terrifying that it will steal your sleep. I have seen it all, felt it... and now I’m writing it down. Maybe this is my way of escaping those memories. It all happened in 2019. I had gone to my village, in a remote part of Madhya Pradesh, a place whose name people don’t even remember anymore. There’s an old mansion there, which everyone calls the "Bhool Bhulaiya" — the maze. People say those who pass through it never come back. But we were young... we found thrill in fear. With me was my little cousin Mayank, just 9 years old. There was a strange spark in his eyes, a stubborn curiosity... a burning urge to know more. The first time he heard about the mansion, his eyes lit up. “Bhaiya, let’s go there? I want to see it,” he said. At first, I refused, but his words and innocence broke something inside me. “Okay,” I said, “But only for 15 minutes.” The next afternoon, while the villagers were asleep, we slipped inside the mansion. The door was ancient, made of iron, like the kind you’d see in old forts. There were blood stains on it, dried but still eerily fresh in color. I was scared, but Mayank moved ahead without fear. It was as if his steps were being controlled by someone else. Inside the mansion was a long, dark hallway. The walls were yellowish, marked with old handprints. Sometimes we could hear a child’s laughter, but when we turned around, no one was there. Mayank went to a corner and said, “Bhaiya, someone is calling me.” The torch slipped from my hand. I tried to grab him, but he crawled into a small tunnel. I kept shouting, “Mayank! Come back!” But his voice began echoing inside, “come... come... come...” I ran after him, but the tunnel was something else entirely. It was like a gateway to another world. At every turn, there were new doors, new paths, and at the end of every path — only darkness. At one spot, I found Mayank’s shoe... just the shoe. Then a voice echoed, a woman’s — but it trembled from within. “You’ve awakened me...” I felt like someone was watching me. I looked back — there was a doll — a human-like doll, but its eyes looked alive. It winked. I screamed, but the sound echoed only inside my ears. Then, inside the maze, I found some photographs. Every photo had one face — Mayank’s. In some he was crying, in others, smiling with tears of blood. I kept wandering, deeper into the maze. I had no idea how much time had passed. I felt like I was going insane. Then I found an old diary. On it was written: “Whoever loses a child in the maze, loses their own soul here too.” My legs began to tremble. Mayank wasn’t visible anymore, but his voice came from every corner. “Bhaiya, take me back…” I ran. The walls began to move. At every turn, there was a face — some men, some women, some children… all lost in the maze, now part of it. At one spot, I saw Mayank sitting in a corner, crying. I hugged him, but his eyes were white. He wasn’t Mayank. He was just a face... a mask. From inside that mask came a voice, “You called me, and now you’re leaving?” I began to suffocate. The air turned heavy. Every breath felt like breathing through a corpse. Then a woman appeared — in a white saree, without feet. Her face had only two wounds. She said, “Children never die in the maze. They only change... from within.” I kept running. Every door shut behind me on its own. Laughter echoed from somewhere, screams from another. Somewhere, a child cried out “maa… maa…” In the center of the maze, there was a room. A cradle was swinging inside. In the cradle was Mayank’s photo... but in his eyes was me, me... the one now writing all this. I picked him up. He was alive... or I thought he was alive. He said, “Bhaiya, inside the maze, everything happens exactly how you imagine it.” I couldn’t understand. As I exited the maze, every door shut on its own behind me. I kept running... finally, a light appeared... and I passed out. When I woke up, I was at home. The villagers said I had been missing for 3 months. But the scariest thing was... Mayank had died 3 years ago. After that, I received a message on my phone — “When will you come back to the maze, bhaiya?” And after that, every night at 3:00 AM, a new picture appears in my phone’s gallery — of Mayank. But in every photo, his face gets more and more twisted. In my dreams, I see the map of the maze, new paths, new rooms. As if it’s calling me back. I sleep with my door locked now, but when I wake up, there’s dirt on my feet. Maybe I go back at night... or maybe the maze never let me go. If you’ve heard this story, do one thing — look under your bed, are your shoes covered in dirt? If they are... the maze has started touching you. And yes... Mayank wants to meet you.