A strange woman seeks help from three friends in Mayur Vihar Phase 2, but what follows is a chilling nightmare that refuses to end. Evil has found its way in.
It was Mebin’s last weekend in Delhi before moving to Canada. He, Sanskriti, and Prajit decided to grab a late-night snack near their apartment in Mayur Vihar Phase 2. The streets were unusually empty, the air heavy with a strange stillness. As they laughed about old memories, a woman in a tattered red saree appeared from the shadows.
“Please… help me,” she whispered, her voice barely above the wind.
Mebin hesitated, but Sanskriti, always kind-hearted, stepped forward. “What happened?”
The woman’s dark eyes locked onto them, unblinking. “My house… it’s nearby. I need help getting something.”
Something about her felt wrong, but before they could refuse, she turned and walked into the dimly lit alley. Against better judgment, they followed.
Inside the crumbling house, the air reeked of damp wood and something foul. The woman motioned toward a locked door. “Inside,” she said flatly.
Prajit, uneasy, clutched Sanskriti’s arm. “Let’s leave,” he muttered.
The woman turned sharply, her once-human features twisting into something grotesque. Her mouth stretched into an unnatural grin. “You already came inside. Now, you stay.”
The door slammed shut behind them. The walls pulsed as if breathing. A whisper filled the air: “One must stay with me.”
The lights flickered, and the woman… was now standing inches from Mebin.
Someone was not making it out.
