A Horror Night in the Hostel

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Rajesh. His father and mother were both working professionals, and he was the only child in the family. When his parents went to work, Rajesh spent the whole day alone at home. Over time, he began associating with some bad company—boys who used to smoke and engage in harmful habits, and he started bunking the school.

When his parents found out about this, they were shocked and heartbroken. Fearing for his future, they decided to send him to a hostel, hoping a disciplined environment would set him straight. With heavy hearts, they enrolled him in a reputed boarding school located on the sardhana of the city. The building was very old and it was a palace of a Begum sumru.

In the beginning, Rajesh felt lonely. The place was unfamiliar, the walls too silent, and the faces too distant. But after about a month, he started talking to a few boys in his dormitory. Late-night conversations led to whispered secrets, and soon he discovered something terrifying—the hostel was believed to be haunted.

Long ago, the hostel building was actually a magnificent palace. It once belonged to Begum Sumru, a renowned dancer of the 18th century, known not just for her art, but for her beauty and grace. According to the local legend, she and her entire family were brutally murdered by jealous rivals. Some say her soul never found peace. Instead, it remained trapped in the very corridors where laughter and music once echoed.

Since then, the palace had been converted into a hostel. But the rumors never stopped—   of footsteps at night, whispers in locked rooms, cold breezes in the middle of summer, and shadowy figures watching from the windows.

Whenever someone told these stories, Rajesh would laugh and say, “I’m not mad! There’s no such thing as ghosts.”

6 Months Passed

One cold winter night, Rajesh was suddenly awakened by a strange sound. It was a woman’s voice—soft, eerie, and echoing through the dark hallway. Curious and confused, he sat up in bed, thinking he might be dreaming. But the voice grew louder.

“No one will survive in this hostel… I’m going to kill everyone…”

His blood ran cold.

But just as suddenly as it had started, the voice vanished. Silence returned. Everything looked normal. Shaken, Rajesh tried to convince himself it was just a nightmare and went back to sleep.

The next morning, he told the others what had happened. They laughed it off, teasing him. “You’ve been watching too many horror movies,” one of them joked.

But from that night on, things were never the same for him. Every night, he began hearing strange whispers. Sometimes the sound of anklets. Sometimes breathing. Sometimes his name being called in a voice he didn’t recognize.

3 Months Passed

Three months passed like this. The visions became more intense. His eyes grew tired, his face pale. No one believed him. They thought he was making it up.

Then, one night, something happened that he would never forget.

He was heading to the washroom late at night. As he walked down the hallway, his friend called out from behind, “Wait up! I’ll come too.” Since there was some plumbing work going on in their room’s bathroom, they decided to use the downstairs washroom.

After they finished and stepped out, they suddenly heard the alarm ringing from their dorm. Confused, they suspected someone was playing a prank. Laughing, they hid behind the corridor wall, hoping to catch whoever it was.

But minutes passed. No one came down.

Still curious, they went to the dining room to get some water. As Rajesh took a sip, he looked at the wall clock 2:am.

Just then, the sound of anklets echoed again. It came from behind them—soft, slow, unmistakable. They exchanged nervous glances and laughed awkwardly.

But then… they heard it again. Louder. Closer.

This time, they didn’t wait. They ran upstairs, rushed into their room, and jumped into bed, trying to convince themselves it was nothing.

But Rajesh couldn’t sleep.

He turned his head toward the bed near the door—and froze.

There was something under the bed. A faint shadow.

He squinted in the dark, heart thudding in his chest. Slowly, a skeleton began crawling out from underneath the bed, bones creaking, joints cracking.

And then—without touching the door—it passed through the closed gate as if it weren’t even there.

Rajesh was paralyzed with fear. He didn’t sleep a wink that night.

The next morning, he told everyone what he had seen. But no one believed him. Not even the friend who had been with him. he said that “There was nothing there,” we only heard the sound of the ankle ( payal). after that there is nothing like that that sound stuck in your mind “You imagined it.” you must me tired have some rest his friend added.

From that day on, Rajesh began seeing things every single night—ghostly figures, flickering lights, shadows standing at the end of his bed. Whispers turned into screams. Sometimes, he felt cold hands grabbing his feet in the dark.

Every morning, when he tried to explain, people would dismiss him. “You need help,” they’d say. “Stop lying.”

The repeated disbelief, the isolation, and the horror took a toll on his mind. Rajesh started to lose touch with reality. He became withdrawn, unstable—haunted not just by ghosts, but by the feeling that no one would ever believe him.

Eventually, unable to bear it any longer, he left the hostel and returned home.

And strangely… after coming back home, all the visions stopped. No voices. No shadows. No skeletons.

But the trauma remained. And to this day, Rajesh avoids talking about what he saw in that hostel.

Because deep inside, he knows…

It wasn’t just in his head.