Haveli No. 4

When I was ten I visited my father’s village Bhairavpur after my grandfather’s death. We stayed in Haveli No. 4 a crumbling mansion filled with secrets. One room—Room 456—was chained shut. My cousin whispered it was cursed haunted by Choti Rani a young wife once locked there by a cruel Thakur. That night I heard scratching. The next day I heard a lullaby at the door. A priest warned me: “She thinks she’s still alive. She’s waiting… not for help but for someone to stay with her.”