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ZARA KHAUFF SE SUNO

Neha boards the last Delhi Metro, unaware she’s not alone. A pale man in a grey coat watches her through every reflection. As stations pass, the lights flicker, the train grows cold, and her reality blurs. When she finds a ticket in her bag dated 2016 — bearing his name — the realization strikes: some passengers never got off… and never will.

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"The Last Metro"

In the scorching deserts of Rajasthan stands the cursed “Rakt Haveli.” Once built by a greedy merchant, it became a tomb for the workers he betrayed. At night, its broken walls glow red — not from lamps, but from blood and vengeance. Those who enter seeking treasure never return... because inside, the Haveli still plays its deadly game. 

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Rakt Haveli

Hidden deep within the icy Himalayas lies the forbidden “Cave of the Devpishach” — a place cursed by a failed ritual of immortality. A sage’s greed turned him into a half-god, half-demon — forever trapped between divinity and damnation. Locals speak of blood-written Sanskrit verses and the echo of breath that chills the soul. Those who enter never return — their essence feeding the Devpishach’s eternal penance. It’s said that when the mountains fall silent, he stirs again.

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Himalaya Ka Devpishach

Deep within the forests of Andhra Pradesh stands a forgotten temple of Lord Narasimha — cursed by the blood of the demon Rakta Beej. At night, crimson mist rises, carrying echoes of an ancient battle. Those who dare to enter never return, their blood drained dry and bodies found at the deity’s feet. The locals whisper — the curse of Narasimha still thirsts for the greedy. 

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Narsingha Ka Shraap

In a forgotten village of Gujarat lies an ancient cremation ground where laughter never dies. Locals say, at midnight, the giggles of unseen children echo through the mist — the same children who were buried alive centuries ago. Those who hear them must not smile… Because once the game of “Hide and Seek” begins — it never ends

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Samshaan Ka Khel

On the outskirts of Kashi stands a cursed shrine known as “Kaali Chauki.” Once built as a resting post, it turned into a place of dread after a cruel landlord buried his servant alive there. Locals whisper that at midnight, the goddess’s idol opens its eyes — and anyone caught in her gaze disappears forever. Even today, travelers avoid that road after dark, for the ground itself seems to hold those who dare to stay. 

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Kaali Chauki Ka Shraap

On the Haryana–UP border, a highway dhaba hides a chilling ritual.
Every bill ends at 3:17 AM.
Sometimes, the fog takes shape, leaving behind lipstick marks, finger scratches… and a missing name.
They say, if you leave your chair empty at that time, the fog writes you into its ledger.

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कुहासा सरायकाल

A haunted stretch of Lucknow’s Ring Road hides a chilling secret.
Every accident leaves behind a white mist, QR codes with the last ten seconds of a victim’s breath, and whispers that say only one thing—“Brake now.”
Some who hear it vanish into the fog, their final moments forever recorded.
The curve isn’t just a turn… it’s a trap.

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रिंग रोड का ब्लैक स्पॉट

In an eastern UP village, the paddy fields turn black after harvest—like night seeping into the soil.
Villagers whisper, “Never listen beneath the crops…” before falling silent.
The earth remembers names, pressing them into circles of mud where thumbs fit too perfectly.
And once your mark is taken… the soil writes you in—before swallowing you whole.

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धान के नीचे

In the basement of a haunted haveli in Varanasi, dozens of bells hang—yet each night, one falls silent.
Legends whisper that every missing tone is a stolen voice, trapped forever in brass.
Those who hear the next silence feel their breath turn into that very sound.
And once their bell appears on the wall… it never stops waiting.

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Samshaan Ka Khel

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