Purane Radio Ki Bolti Aatma – Ek Real Horror Story Jo Raat Ko Sone Na De

Mera naam Arjun hai aur aaj main tumhe ek aisi kahani sunane jaa raha hoon jo shayad tumhein raat ko sone na de. Kahani ek purane radio ki hai, ek aisi cheez jo hum sab ke gharon mein kabhi na kabhi rahi hogi, par jis tarah ki baat main batane wala hoon us tarah se tumne shayad kabhi socha bhi na ho. Yeh radio mujhe mere dadaji ke purane makaan ke store room se mila tha, dhool se bhara hua, kone mein rakha hua, jaise samay ne use bhool diya ho. Maine usse uthakar saf kiya, aur socha ke nostalgia ke liye ek baar chalakar dekhta hoon. Us samay mujhe kya pata tha ke main apni zindagi ka sabse bada khauf kholne jaa raha hoon. Radio ka switch jab maine ghumaaya toh pehle bas static awaaz aayi, woh hi khar khar jo hamesha purane radios se aati hai. Thodi der baad ek halki si awaaz sunayi di, jaise koi kahin door se bol raha ho. Pehle mujhe laga shayad koi random frequency catch ho gayi hai, par jab dhyaan se suna toh awaaz ne mera naam liya, “Arjun...” Main ekdam se sakt reh gaya. Maine radio ko bandh kar diya, par kuch seconds ke liye us static ke andar bhi mujhe apna naam goonjta hua sunayi diya. Dil tez dhadakne laga par curiosity ne majboor kiya, dobara chalaya. Is baar awaaz aur zyada clear thi, ek aurat ki khurduri si aawaaz jo keh rahi thi, “Mujhe suno... main yahaan hoon.” Main samajh nahi pa raha tha ki yeh kaise possible hai. Ghar mein main akela tha, aur yeh radio kisi network ya phone se connected nahi tha. Maine himmat karke pucha, “Tum kaun ho?” Kuch seconds tak khamoshi rahi, phir awaaz aayi, “Main woh hoon jise tum bhool chuke ho... main wahi hoon jo is makaan mein band hai.” Us waqt ek thandi hawa mere room mein se guzri. Khidki band thi, par phir bhi parde hil rahe the. Radio se aane wali static ki awaaz ekdum se tez ho gayi, jaise uske peeche koi cheekh raha ho. Main darr kar peeche hat gaya, par pair hil nahi rahe the. Awaaz dobara boli, is baar thodi tez aur gusse mein, “Mujhe chhudaao... main yahaan atki hoon... is purane sune hue radio ke andar.” Main samajh nahi pa raha tha kya karun. Dimag mein hazaar sawaal chal rahe the. Yeh kiski awaaz hai? Kyun mujhe bula rahi hai? Kya sach mein kisi aatma ko radio ne apne andar qaid kar liya hai? Maine dadaji se baare mein sochna shuru kiya, kyunki yeh radio unka tha. Shayad unhein iske baare mein kuch pata ho, par wo toh saalon pehle guzar chuke the. Mere haath kaanp rahe the, par main still radio ke knob ko ghumakar alag frequency tune karne laga. Har frequency par wohi awaaz aa rahi thi, bas static aur usi ki fufkar. Kabhi hansi, kabhi rone ki awaaz, kabhi halki si lori, aur kabhi cheekh. Jaise ek hi waqt mein kai auratein us radio mein baithi ho aur mujhe pukaar rahi ho. Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha tha ke main radio bandh karun ya chalata rahun. Band karta toh bhi awaaz mere dimaag mein goonjti rehti, jaise usne mere andar apna ghar bana liya ho. Raat ke 12 baj chuke the, neend meri aankhon se gaayab ho gayi thi. Main bas radio ke saamne baitha tha aur us awaaz ko suntar raha tha. Tab usne ek kahani sunani shuru ki. Usne kaha, “Main is makaan mein mar gayi thi... tumhare dadaji ne mujhe kabhi yaad nahi kiya, mujhe kisi ko kuch kehna tha par main keh nahi paayi. Is radio ne meri aakhri saans suni thi, aur tab se main ismein band ho gayi.” Meri rooh kaanp uthi. Mujhe yaad aaya ke dadaji hamesha is radio ko chalakar sota karte the, aur aksar keh karte the ki ismein unki “purani yaadein” basti hain. Shayad unka matlab yaadein nahi, balki kuch aur hi tha. Shayad unhein pata tha ki koi aatma ismein basti hai. Awaaz ne phir kaha, “Agar tum mujhe chhudaoge toh main tumhe aazad kar dungi... varna tum bhi iske andar band ho jaoge.” Us pal mera dimag ghoom gaya. Mujhe laga main sapna dekh raha hoon, par sab kuch itna real tha ki main us khauf ko mehsoos kar raha tha. Mere saamne rakha radio dheere dheere garam hone laga, uske speaker se dhuaan nikalne laga, aur awaaz cheekhne lagi, “Mujhe aazaad karo! Mujhe aazaad karo!” Maine radio ko uthakar zor se zameen par patka. Ek bhayanak aawaaz ke saath woh tod gaya. Mujhe laga sab khatam ho gaya hoga, par todne ke turant baad ek aur zyada tez cheekh mere kaan ke andar ghus gayi. Pura ghar hila, bijli chali gayi, aur andhera chha gaya. Us andhere mein mujhe ek aurat ka saya dikhayi diya, bilkul usi jagah jahan radio gira tha. Uske chehre par na aankhein thi na zubaan, bas ek khali andhera tha. Woh dheere dheere meri taraf chalne lagi aur usne kaha, “Ab tum mere ho... tumne mera ghar tod diya, ab tum mera ghar banoge.” Aur us raat ke baad se main apni hi awaaz radio se sunta hoon. Jo log yeh kahani sun rahe ho, agar tumhe kabhi koi purana radio mil jaye, aur usme apna naam sunayi de... toh samajh jao ke main tumhe bula raha hoon. Kyunki ab main bhi usi radio mein band hoon... aur kisi naye insaan ka intezaar kar raha hoon.