By Agar aap horror story in hindi padhne ke shaukeen hain, to aaj ki ye darawni kahaniyan aapko sach me dara dengi. Is post me hum lekar aaye hain real horror story in hindi, short horror story in hindi, aur bhoot wali kahaniyan jo raat ki neend uda den.
Us raat kuch ajeeb tha.
Rohit apne kamre mein akela baitha phone chala raha tha. Ghadi ne 2:17 AM dikhaya hi tha ki uska phone achanak vibrate hua.
📞 Unknown Number Calling…
Rohit ne socha koi spam hoga. Usne ignore kar diya.
Do second baad…
Phir se call.
Is baar usne utha liya.
“Hello…?” Rohit ne dheere se kaha.
Dusri taraf se sirf saans lene ki awaaz aa rahi thi.
Hhhhhhhhhhh…
Rohit ka gala sukh gaya.
“Kaun bol raha hai?”
Koi jawab nahi.
Sirf halki si phusphusaahat:
“…peeche mat mudna…”
Rohit ka dil zor zor se dhadakne laga.
“Kaun hai? Kya bakwaas hai ye?” usne gusse mein kaha aur call kaat diya.
Usne socha koi dost mazaak kar raha hoga.
Par tabhi…
📱 Message received from same number
Rohit ne message khola.
Usmein sirf ek line likhi thi:
👉 “Main tumhare peeche khadi hoon.”
Rohit ke haath thande pad gaye.
Usne dheere dheere gardan ghumane ki koshish ki…
Par usse pehle hi-
Uske kamre ki tube light blink karne lagi.
On… off… on… off…
Aur phir…
poora kamra andhere mein doob gaya.
Ab Rohit ko apne bilkul peeche se kisi ki thandi saans mehsoos hui.
Hhhhhhhhh…
Uske kaan ke paas halki si awaaz aayi:
“Maine mana kiya tha… peeche mat mudna…”
Agli subah…
Rohit ka kamra andar se locked mila.
Phone bed par pada tha.
Screen par last message chamak raha tha:
👉 “Ab tum bhi mere jaise ho.” 👻
Aur Rohit…
Kabhi nahi mila.
😈 Agar himmat hai to aaj raat 2:17 baje phone silent mat rakhna…
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Police ko Rohit ke kamre se koi laash nahi mili.
Darwaza andar se locked tha.
Khidki band thi.
Aur sabse ajeeb baat…
Kamre ki deewar par ungli se likha tha:
👉 “2:17 — Agla tum.”
Police ne case ko missing file mein daal diya.
Par kahani yahin khatam nahi hui…
Rohit ka sabse kareebi dost Aman is baat ko maanne ko tayyar hi nahi tha ki Rohit bas gayab ho gaya.
“Yeh normal nahi hai,” Aman baar-baar bol raha tha.
Usne Rohit ka phone police se le liya kehkar ki shayad koi clue mile.
Raat hui.
Ghadi ne 2:16 AM dikhaya.
Aman ne phone table par rakha aur uske messages check karne laga.
Tabhi…
📱 Phone vibrate hua
Screen par wahi number flash ho raha tha:
👉 Unknown Caller
Aman ka gala sukh gaya.
“Coincidence hoga…” usne khud ko samjhaya.
Par call uthate hi uski saansein ruk gayi.
Dusri taraf se…
Rohit ki awaaz aayi.
Bilkul dheemi.
Bilkul thandi.
“Aman… mujhe bachaa…”
Aman kursi se khada ho gaya.
“Rohit?? Tu kahaan hai??”
2 second ki khamoshi…
Phir wahi phusphusaahat:
“…ab der ho chuki hai…”
Call cut.
Aman ne turant Rohit ke last messages kholne shuru kiye.
Usne notice kiya __har message exact 2:17 AM par aaya tha.
Aur sabse neeche…
Ek naya message pop up hua.
👉 “Ab tumhari baari hai.”
Usi pal…
Aman ke kamre ki light blink karne lagi.
On… off… on… off…
Uska phone apne aap camera mode mein chala gaya.
Front camera ON.
Screen par Aman ka chehra dikh raha tha…
Aur uske bilkul peeche
koi khada tha.
Safed, dhundhla sa chehra…
Aur dheere se uske kaan ke paas awaaz aayi:
“2:17 ho gaye…”
Agli subah…
Aman bhi gayab tha.
Police ko sirf Rohit ka phone mila.
Screen par ek naya contact save tha:
📞 Next Number: Searching…
Aman ke gayab hone ke baad poora shehar dara hua tha.
Police confuse thi.
Do ladke…
Dono ke kamre andar se locked…
Dono bina kisi nishaan ke gayab.
Case ab Inspector Meera ke paas aaya.
Meera logical officer thi.
Use bhoot-pret par bilkul yakeen nahi tha.
“Har cheez ka scientific reason hota hai,” usne file band karte hue kaha.
Par usse nahi pata tha…
Yeh case alag tha.
Us raat Meera Rohit ka phone evidence room se ghar le aayi.
“Dekhte hain 2:17 ka raaz kya hai,” usne socha.
Ghadi ne 2:16 AM dikhaya.
Room mein bilkul sannata tha.
Tabhi…
📱 Phone vibrate hua
Screen par likha tha:
👉 Incoming Call _ Unknown
Meera halka sa muskuraayi.
“Finally…”
Usne call receive kiya.
“Hello. Kaun bol raha hai?”
Dusri taraf se kuch second khamoshi rahi…
Phir ek saath do awaazein aayi–
Ek Rohit ki.
Ek Aman ki.
“Madad karo…”
Meera ka chehra serious ho gaya.
“Tum log kahaan ho?”
Phir achanak awaaz badal gayi…
Gehri.
Bhookhi.
“…ab tum bhi aa jao…”
Call cut.
Meera turant phone ke logs check karne lagi.
Uski aankhen phat gayi.
Phone ki contact list mein ek naya naam add ho chuka tha:
👉 MEERA — NEXT
Room ki light dheere dheere blink hone lagi.
On… off…
On… off…
Meera ne turant peeche mudne ki koshish ki–
Par usi pal…
Phone par front camera apne aap ON ho gaya.
Screen par Meera ka chehra dikh raha tha.
Aur uske peeche…
Is baar saaf dikh raha tha.
Ek aurat ka chehra.
Jali hui skin.
Khali aankhen.
Aur uske honton par tedhi si smile.
Phir seedha Meera ke kaan ke paas phusphusaahat hui:
“Chain toot chuki hai…”
“Ab call rukega nahi…”
Agli subah…
Evidence room mein teen phones rakhe mile.
Rohit ka.
Aman ka.
Aur Meera ka.
Teeno screens par ek hi line chamak rahi thi:
👉 Next Number: Dialing…
📱 Agar tumhe raat 2:17 par unknown call aaye…
…toh please…
uthaana mat. 👻
THE END
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