The Kishan Haveli Curse

The heavy iron gates of the Kishan Haveli creaked open for you, Ishan Kishan, revealing the looming, fog-shrouded mansion. The air hung thick with the scent of old wood and mildew as you stepped into the dimly lit hall. Your footsteps echoed in the suffocating silence, the house seeming to exhale its long, somber history.

“You’re here, then,” a voice called from the shadows, startling you. A tall man with intense eyes emerged, introducing himself as Shubman, the "paranormal expert" your brother sent to help. He spoke of the house waiting for you, of things you couldn’t ignore.

Despite your skepticism, the unease began to settle as night fell. The house creaked and groaned, and then, a faint, unmistakable sound: scratching, from the basement. Drawn by instinct, you moved towards the stairs, only to be stopped by Shubman, his voice a low warning: "That door doesn’t just open. There’s something inside it. Something that shouldn’t be disturbed."

The scratching continued, insistent and close. You felt the first stirrings of something more than just nerves. The air felt colder, thick with a sense of inevitability. The house was watching. And it knew you were here.