Paranormal Adventure Thriller Web Novel "The Forbidden Haunts: A Dare into the Darkness." Chapter 1: The Mystery of Rajasthan's Bhangarh Fort. Part B: It is Real!

Part B – It is Real!

The iron gates of Bhangarh Fort stood ajar, groaning softly in the wind as if they had been waiting—no, welcoming—them. The ancient ruins beyond the entrance loomed under the pale moonlight, casting eerie shadows that seemed to shift and twist unnaturally.

Alan took a cautious step forward. The air here was different. Heavy. Thick with something unseen.

Ava stood beside him, staring into the darkness beyond the gate. “Feels… strange, doesn’t it?”

Adib snorted, masking the nervous edge in his voice. “Of course it does. It’s a haunted freaking fort.”

Alan inhaled deeply, trying to steady himself. “No… it’s more than that. It feels like we’re being watched.”

At his words, the wind picked up suddenly, howling through the broken stone corridors inside the fort. A dry, hollow sound—like a whisper carried from another time. The three of them exchanged uneasy glances.

Then—

Thump.

A single, heavy sound echoed from within the fort. A heartbeat in the silence.

Alan turned sharply toward the sound. “What was that?”

No one answered.

Ava pulled her phone from her pocket and switched on the flashlight. The pale blue light barely cut through the dense darkness ahead. It illuminated crumbling stone walls, faded carvings, and staircases leading into the unknown. But beyond the reach of her beam—nothing but blackness.

Adib cleared his throat. “Okay, how about this? We don’t split up. We stay together, and we keep moving. No stopping. No looking back.”

Ava smirked. “Scared already?”

Adib shrugged. “Damn right I am.”

Alan wasn’t sure if Adib was joking or being serious, but either way, he agreed. Something about this place felt... wrong.

With a deep breath, Alan stepped forward. The moment his foot crossed the threshold, the temperature dropped instantly.

Not a normal, desert-night chill. Something unnatural.

Ava and Adib shivered as they followed him in.

The gates groaned again behind them. Alan resisted the urge to look back.

Then, as they stepped deeper inside—

The gates slammed shut.

The sound echoed like a gunshot in the empty corridors.

Ava spun around. “What the hell—”

Alan lunged for the gate, grabbing the rusted iron bars. He pulled hard. Nothing. The gate was locked.

It had locked itself.

Adib’s voice wavered. “Tell me that was the wind.”

Alan didn’t answer. He was too busy staring at the stone wall beside the gate. The carvings there...

A moment ago, they had been faint, eroded by time.

Now, they looked fresh.

Ava noticed it too. She ran her fingers over the markings, her expression shifting from curiosity to alarm. “These symbols… they weren’t this clear a minute ago.”

Adib took a step back. “Oh, hell no.”

A whisper.

Soft. Sinister. Coming from behind them.

Alan’s heart pounded. It was a voice.

Low. Raspy. Speaking in a language none of them understood.

Ava’s breath hitched. “Did you hear that?”

Alan turned slowly. The passage ahead of them was empty.

But the whisper came again.

Closer.

Then—

Something moved.

A shadow—tall, impossibly thin—darted between two archways ahead. It moved too fast for a human.

Alan grabbed Ava’s arm. “We’re not alone.”

Adib took a shaky breath. “I figured that out when the freaking gate locked itself.”

Ava shook off her shock and squared her shoulders. “Then let’s find out what’s in here.”

Alan hesitated. Every instinct screamed turn back. But there was no turning back.

He exhaled sharply. “Alright. Let’s go.”

They stepped forward, into the shadows, where the whispers waited.

And Bhangarh Fort swallowed them whole.

The deeper they walked into the fort, the heavier the air became. It wasn’t just the chill anymore—it was the silence.

Ava kept her flashlight trained on the stone corridors ahead, but the darkness seemed to devour the light, making it feel as if they were walking into a void.

Adib tried to lighten the mood. “You know, if this were a horror movie, this is the part where the dumb tourists get picked off one by one.”

Alan smirked, though his grip tightened around his flashlight. “Good thing we’re the protagonists.”

Ava didn’t respond. She had stopped walking. Her head tilted slightly, eyes locked on something in the shadows ahead.

Alan followed her gaze—but there was nothing there.

“Ava?” he asked cautiously.

She blinked and shook her head. “I… thought I saw someone.”

Adib laughed nervously. “Please don’t start seeing things. We haven’t even reached the scary part yet.”

Ava didn’t reply. Instead, she pressed forward, but now her steps were slower. Hesitant.

Then, it happened.

Alan heard it first—a faint sound, like footsteps. But not theirs.

The three of them stopped walking at the same time.

The footsteps… kept going.

Behind them.

Alan’s blood turned to ice. He turned around sharply, flashing his light over the corridor they had just passed.

Nothing.

But he knew what he had heard.

Ava’s voice was tight. “We’re not alone.”

Adib swallowed hard. “It’s probably just an echo.”

Ava looked at him, dead serious. “Echoes don’t keep walking when we stop.”

Silence.

Alan tried to steady his breathing, but his pulse was hammering. Something—someone—was here.

And then—

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Right behind them.

Alan spun around so fast his flashlight nearly slipped from his grip.

This time, they all saw it.

A figure—a woman—standing in the archway at the far end of the corridor.

She was dressed in a tattered, old-fashioned sari. Her hair was long, black as ink, cascading over her face, hiding her features.

She wasn’t moving. Just standing there. Watching.

Ava’s breath hitched. “Who…?”

The woman lifted a hand—slowly—pointing directly at them.

Then—

She disappeared.

Not faded. Not turned and walked away.

She simply vanished.

Alan took a step back, his mind struggling to process what he had just seen. “That’s not possible.”

Adib, for once, had nothing to say. His face was pale, his breathing uneven.

Then Ava whispered, “She was never standing on the ground.”

Alan turned to her. “What?”

Ava’s eyes were wide. “She wasn’t touching the ground.”

Alan’s stomach twisted. She had been floating.

A shiver ran down his spine, but before he could react—

Ava screamed.

Alan spun back—something had yanked Ava backward.

Adib lunged for her, grabbing her arm just in time.

Alan’s flashlight flickered wildly as he aimed it around—there was nothing there.

No one had touched her. But she had been pulled.

Ava was panting, her hands clutching Adib’s arm. “S-Something’s here. It’s real. It’s real.”

Alan’s instincts screamed at him to get the hell out of there, but the gate was still locked. There was no way back.

And then—

The whispers returned.

But this time… they were laughing.

Low, guttural, echoing from every direction.

Ava gripped Alan’s wrist. “Let’s move. Now.”

Alan nodded. They started running.

Not knowing that the unseen passenger had already joined them.

And it wasn’t leaving.

To be Continued............

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