A haunted farmhouse in Chhattarpur entangles an athlete, a biker, and a frisbee player in its sinister secrets. Can they escape the darkness within?
Ankit tightened his shoelaces as dawn broke over Chhatarpur, ready for his morning run. The sprawling fields and quiet farmhouses were his usual route, but one decaying estate always caught his eye. Rumours whispered that it was cursed—a place no one dared to enter.
Rohit, his childhood friend and a biker by passion, laughed off the tales. “Ghosts don’t scare me,” he said, revving his bike outside Ankit’s house. Roy, their mutual friend and an ultimate frisbee player, agreed to join their adventure when Rohit proposed a dare: visit the infamous farmhouse at midnight.
That night, armed with flashlights and bravado, the trio entered the estate. The gate creaked open, revealing overgrown weeds and an eerie silence. The air grew colder as they stepped inside the decrepit mansion. Dusty chandeliers hung from cracked ceilings, and faded portraits seemed to watch their every move.
In the grand hall, they discovered a weathered diary. It belonged to the former owner, a reclusive artist who vanished under mysterious circumstances. “They’re here… they’re watching,” one entry read, accompanied by drawings of shadowy figures.
Suddenly, a whisper echoed through the room, followed by the sound of footsteps. The trio froze as shadows danced on the walls, growing closer. Rohit’s flashlight flickered, and Roy swore he felt a cold hand brush his shoulder.
As they tried to escape, the door slammed shut, trapping them inside. The house seemed alive, feeding off their fear. Ankit found himself drawn to a painting of a woman with hollow eyes. The figure in the painting turned to look at him, her lips forming the words: “You shouldn’t have come.”
The three friends barely escaped with their lives, but the farmhouse left a mark on them—both physical and psychological. To this day, the whispers of Chhatarpur’s haunted farmhouse warn others: some dares should never be taken.
