Bloodtale part 2: Khoon se likhi hui kahani
Anvi ke last video ne poore internet par aag laga di thi. Hashtags, theories, ghost forums sab mein ek hi naam guunj raha tha — Bloodtale. Aarav Malik, ek paranormal researcher aur ek popular YouTuber tha. Uska kaam tha bhatakti roohon ka sach samajhna aur unka sach duniya ke saamne lana. Jab usne Anvi ke video dekha, uski aankhon mein ek junoon sa jag gaya.
Woh joker jo kabhi soya nahi
Joker ki awaaz aayi—“Yeh meri class hai. Yahan muskurahat subject hai. Jo nahi hansa, woh gaya.” Amaan chillaya—"Tu kya chahta hai?" Joker ne kaha—“Sirf sach.” “Tu kitni baar ro chuka hai bina kisi ko bataye?” “Tu bhi to mask pehenta hai, jaise main.” “Tu bhi to Joker hai... bas corporate suit mein.”
Bloodtale: khoon se likhi kahani jo aap kabhi nahi bhool payenge
Haveli ke baare mein kai afwaayein thi. Kehte the ki 1972 mein ek zameendaar "Devendra Rana" ne apni biwi aur do bachchon ko usi haveli mein zinda jala diya tha. Wajah? Unki biwi par kisi tantrik se sambandh hone ka shak.Haveli tab se band thi, lekin har teesri raat ek ajeeb roshni chhup kar niklti thi wahan se.
Ibrahim hyderi ki khaufnaak haveli
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.
Ek Nazar Zindagi Bhar Ka Shaap
Raat ko hum dono chhat par so rahe the. Raghav so gaya, lekin mujhe neend nahi aayi. Raat ke 2:43 baje maine dekha — neeche ka kamra khula hua tha. Darwaza dheere se hil raha tha... bina hawa ke. Main torch le kar neeche gaya. Kamre mein kuch furniture tha — aur ek bada sa mirror, jiska aadha hissa toota hua tha. Mirror ke samne ek aadmi khada tha — lamba, kaale kapdon mein. Sab kuch normal hota agar uski aankhen hoti. Lekin uske chehre par sirf do khaali gaddhe the, jaise kisi ne aankhen nikal
Shaapit Ghar Ki Kahaani — Ek Rakesh Ki Daravne Daastaan
mera naam rakesh hai… aur aaj main aapko woh kahaani sunane jaa raha hun… jisne hamari family ki aatma ko cheel kar rakh diya… woh haadsa… jiska asar aaj tak mere mann se nahin gaya… woh shaap… jo kabhi nahin uthega… mere family me 6 log the — pitaji (ramesh), maa (sunita), bhai (vishal), behen (anika), dada (harish), aur main — rakesh… hum log shahr ki gadbad se door… shanti ki khoj me… hum apne purane jungle wale farmhouse ki taraf chal pade… lekin shanti ki jagah… woh ghar… hamari kabro
ST. PETER’S CHURCH KA RAAZ
Harigaon ke buzurg kehete hain ki St. Peter’s church shaapit hai — “Raat ko usmein aatmaen ghumti hain…”, “Jo bhi uska darwaza kholega, woh wapas nahin aayi…”. Yeh afwahen purani hain, lekin kabhi kam nahin hui — woh raasta jab church ke paas se guzarta hai, to chalne wale apni raftaar tez kar lete hain — haath mein rosary ya Bible pakde — aur dua karte hain ki woh surakshit ghar pahoch jaye.
Room No. 9: Woh Jo Wapas Laut Aayi
Mera naam Sana hai. Main ek chhote se town mein rehti hoon jahan sirf ek hi government high school hai – Government Girls High School, Malir Town. School purana tha, British era ka bana hua, lekin abhi bhi chal raha tha. Uske lambe corridors, oonchi ceilings, aur purani wooden benches ko dekh kar lagta tha ke waqt wahan ruk gaya hai. Main wahan 10th class mein parhti thi, aur hamare school mein ek classroom tha – Room No. 9 – jo hamesha band rehta tha.
Hostel Room No. 313 - Aakhri Raat Ka Raaz
Mera naam Adeel hai. Main Lahore ki ek mashhoor engineering university ka student hoon. Yeh kahani mere aur mere do dost – Sameer aur Bilal – ke saath hui. Hum teeno ne hostel ka Room No. 313 share kiya tha, jo ke purani hostel building ke bilkul corner pe tha. Sab kehte thay ke woh room pehle band raha karta tha, lekin jab naye students zyada ho gaye, toh warden ne use dobara khol diya. Humein pehle hi din se kuch ajeeb mehsoos hone laga tha, lekin humne ignore kiya… aur yahi hamari sabse badi
Andheron Mein Chhupa Khauf Karachi Ka Purana Mahal
Mera naam Rehan hai, aur main Karachi se hoon. Yeh jo main aapko batane ja raha hoon, yeh kahani meri zindagi ki sabse buri aur sabse khaufnaak waqiaat mein se ek hai. Teen saal pehle main ek chhoti si construction company ke liye Sindh ke ek door-daraz ilaqe mein kaam karta tha. Humein wahan ek bohat purane mahal ki marammat karni thi jo British zamane ka tha. Jab tak subah thi, sab kuch theek tha, lekin jaise hi suraj dhalne laga, mahol itna badal gaya ke main apne aap ko rok nahi saka ke aapk
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