In a small town near the hills, there was a road no one used after sunset. At the very end of that road stood a broken, old house. The windows were cracked, the paint was peeling, and the gate made a terrible screeching sound whenever the wind blew.
People said the house once belonged to a doctor named Dr. Sen. One night, many years ago, he disappeared without a trace. After that, strange things began to happen.
Arjun, a Class 11 student, didn't believe in ghost stories. He loved mysteries. One evening, he decided to prove everyone wrong.
At exactly 9:00 PM, he reached the house with a flashlight and his phone.
The gate slowly opened by itself.
"Just the wind," Arjun whispered to himself.
Inside, the air felt heavy and cold. The floor creaked under his feet. Suddenly, he heard a clock ticking.
Tick…
Tick…
Tick…
But there was no clock in sight.
He followed the sound upstairs. At the end of the corridor, one door was slightly open. A dim yellow light flickered inside.
Arjun pushed the door.
The room was empty—except for an old wooden chair in the center.
The ticking stopped.
Silence.
Then the chair slowly turned toward him.
Arjun's heart pounded loudly. His flashlight began flickering.
Suddenly, his phone vibrated.
Unknown Number.
With shaking hands, he answered.
A cold voice whispered from the other side:
"You should not have come."
The door slammed shut behind him.
The temperature dropped sharply. His breath became visible in the air.
On the wall, words slowly appeared as if written by invisible fingers:
"STAY."
Arjun tried to open the door—but it wouldn't move.
The chair started rocking back and forth on its own.
Back…
And forth…
From the corner of the room, a tall shadow began rising from the floor. It had no face. No eyes. Just darkness.
Arjun closed his eyes tightly and shouted, "This isn't real!"
The shadow stopped moving.
For a moment, everything was silent again.
Then the whisper came right next to his ear:
"I have been alone… for so long."
Arjun felt a cold hand touch his shoulder.
He screamed.
The next morning, villagers saw the house door wide open.
Inside, the room was empty.
But in the center of the room sat an old wooden chair.
And on it…
Arjun's flashlight.
Still on.
Still ticking.