WRITER – Aarav Sharma
The rain started just after sunset.
It hit the windows of the old house with soft taps at first, then harder, like someone throwing small stones from outside. Four friends sat in the living room surrounded by old boxes, dusty chairs, and half-open bags of chips.
The house smelled like wet wood and old paper.
“This place is creepy,” Arjun said with a nervous laugh.
“It’s just old,” Karan replied. “My uncle hasn’t lived here in years.”
Karan had invited his friends to spend the weekend in the abandoned family house outside town. They wanted one last adventure before college started.
At first, the trip felt exciting.
Now, with the storm growing louder and darkness filling every corner of the house, nobody felt comfortable anymore.
Real Ghost Story Ouija Meera wrapped a blanket around herself. “Can we please turn on more lights?”
“Most of them don’t work,” Karan said.
Only one lamp glowed in the room. The weak yellow light made the shadows look alive.
I tried to ignore the strange feeling in my chest.
My name is Aakash.
And that night changed my life forever.
The power went out at exactly 9:13 PM.
The room became completely dark.
Meera screamed.
“Relax!” Arjun shouted. “It’s just electricity.”
A loud thunder sound shook the house.
Then came another sound.
A slow creak.
From upstairs.
Everyone became silent.
Karan forced a smile. “Old houses make noises.”
But nobody answered.
Because we all knew something had moved up there.
Arjun switched on his phone flashlight. “I’ll check.”
“You’re not going alone,” I said quickly.
We climbed the stairs together while the others stayed behind.
Every step groaned under our feet.
The hallway upstairs was long and narrow. Old family photos hung on the walls. Dust covered everything.
Then Arjun stopped.
“What is that?”
At the end of the hallway was a door slightly open.
A weak light came from inside.
“That room should be locked,” Karan whispered behind us. He had followed anyway.
The door slowly moved wider by itself.
Creeeeak.
Cold air touched my face.
I still remember that feeling.
Like walking into a freezer filled with dead silence.
Arjun pushed the door open fully.
Inside was a small room filled with old furniture covered in white cloth.
And in the middle of the floor sat a wooden board.
A Ouija board.
The candle beside it was burning.
Fresh wax dripped slowly.
Someone had lit it recently.
“That’s impossible,” Karan whispered.
Meera stared at the board. “Who came here before us?”
Nobody answered.
Because deep down, we already knew.
Nobody else was in the house.
The board looked ancient.
Letters and numbers were carved into dark wood. The small moving piece rested in the center.
GOODBYE.
The word was written at the bottom.
“I hate this,” Meera said.
Arjun laughed nervously. “Come on. It’s fake ghost stuff.”
But even he looked uncomfortable.
Karan bent down near the board. “This belonged to my grandmother.”
“You never told us that,” I said.
“She believed in spirits,” he replied quietly. “My father threw this away years ago.”
The candle flame suddenly moved sideways.
There was no wind.
Meera stepped back immediately.
“I’m leaving this room.”
Then the door slammed shut behind us.
BANG!
Meera screamed again.
Arjun rushed to open it.
It would not move.
“What the hell?”
He pulled harder.
Nothing.
The room temperature dropped so fast that I could see my breath.
Then we heard it.
A whisper.
Very soft.
Very close.
“Play…”
I turned around sharply.
Nobody stood behind me.
But I felt something near my ear.
Something breathing.
“We are not doing this,” Meera said. “No way.”
But Arjun sat cross-legged near the board.
“Oh come on. Somebody is messing with us.”
He placed his fingers on the wooden piece.
“Hello, ghost,” he joked.
Nothing happened.
Karan slowly joined him.
I should have stopped them.
I wish I had.
After a long silence, I sat down too.
Meera refused at first, but finally she joined because she did not want to stay alone.
The four of us touched the pointer lightly.
The candle flame became taller.
Outside, thunder crashed loudly.
Arjun smirked. “Spirit, are you here?”
For several seconds, nothing moved.
Then the wooden piece slowly slid across the board.
Meera gasped.
Arjun laughed nervously. “Okay, who pushed it?”
“I didn’t,” I said.
“Me neither,” Karan whispered.
The pointer moved again.
YES.
The room became silent.
My heart pounded so hard I could hear it.
Arjun swallowed. “What’s your name?”
The pointer began moving slowly.
R…
A…
J…
A…
“Raja?” Meera whispered.
The candle suddenly went out.
Darkness swallowed the room.
Then came the sound.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
From under the floor.
We ran downstairs the second the door finally opened.
Nobody spoke.
Nobody laughed anymore.
The storm outside became worse.
Rain hit the windows like bullets.
Karan lit more candles in the living room while Arjun tried to act brave.
“It was probably one of you moving it.”
“No,” Meera snapped. “Something is wrong here.”
I sat quietly near the window.
My hands would not stop shaking.
Because during the game, just before the candle died, I saw something behind Arjun.
A tall dark figure standing in the corner.
Watching us.
Its eyes looked white.
And it smiled at me.
At midnight, strange things started happening.
First came footsteps upstairs.
Slow.
Heavy.
Back and forth.
Then one of the kitchen cabinets opened by itself.
A glass fell and shattered.
Meera nearly cried.
“We should leave.”
“In this storm?” Karan asked.
“We can stay in the car till morning.”
Before anyone answered, the television suddenly turned on.
Static filled the screen.
LOUD HISSING NOISE.
Then the static changed.
Words appeared slowly.
A A K A S H
My blood froze.
My name.
Meera looked at me with wide eyes.
“How did it know your name?”
Nobody spoke.
The television shut off again.
The room became silent except for rain.
I felt sick.
Because I had not touched the television once.
We decided to leave anyway.
The storm or not, nobody wanted to stay.
Karan grabbed the car keys.
We rushed outside into the heavy rain.
The cold water soaked my clothes instantly.
Arjun unlocked the car.
But when he opened the door, he stepped back in horror.
The seats inside were covered in mud.
Wet footprints stretched across the car floor.
Bare human footprints.
Leading to the back seat.
And stopping there.
As if someone invisible sat waiting for us.
Meera started crying.
“I want to go home.”
Then lightning flashed.
For one second, the yard became bright white.
And I saw someone standing near the trees.
A tall man.
Thin body.
Dark clothes hanging from him like wet cloth.
His head tilted sideways unnaturally.
Watching me.
Another flash came.
He was closer.
Much closer.
“RUN!” I screamed.
We rushed back into the house and locked the door.
But deep inside, I knew locks would not help.
At 1:47 AM, Arjun disappeared.
One second he sat beside us.
The next second the bathroom door slammed shut.
We heard him shouting inside.
“OPEN THE DOOR!”
We rushed toward it.
Something heavy hit the walls inside.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
Arjun screamed louder.
Then suddenly stopped.
Complete silence.
Karan kicked the door open.
The bathroom was empty.
The window was still locked.
No place to hide.
No sign of him.
Only one thing remained.
Written on the mirror in dripping water:
AAKASH IS NEXT
Meera fainted.
We carried her to the couch.
Karan looked completely broken.
“This is my fault,” he whispered.
“What is Raja?” I asked.
Karan stared at the floor for a long moment.
Then he finally spoke.
“My grandmother used the Ouija board for years. She believed she could speak to dead people.”
His voice trembled.
“One night she contacted something claiming to be a spirit named Raja.”
The room felt colder again.
“She became obsessed with it. She stopped sleeping. She said Raja followed her everywhere.”
“What happened to her?” I asked quietly.
Karan looked at me with fear in his eyes.
“She hanged herself in this house.”
Thunder exploded outside.
Meera slowly woke up and began crying again.
“We are going to die.”
I wanted to tell her she was wrong.
But I could not.
Because I felt it too.
Something evil had entered the house with us.
And it wanted me.
At around 3 AM, the whispers started.
Very soft.
Coming from different parts of the house.
“Aakash…”
“Aakash…”
“Aakash…”
The voice sounded wet and broken.
Sometimes it sounded like a child.
Sometimes like an old man.
I covered my ears.
It did not help.
Then the lights flickered.
The hallway became bright for one second.
And there stood Arjun.
Or something wearing Arjun’s face.
His neck bent sideways.
His eyes completely white.
Water dripped from his mouth.
“Aakash,” he whispered.
Then the lights died again.
Meera screamed endlessly.
Karan pulled me backward.
“That’s not him!”
The thing laughed softly in the darkness.
A horrible broken laugh.
Then footsteps rushed toward us.
We ran upstairs without thinking.
The footsteps chased us.
Fast.
Heavy.
Not human.
We locked ourselves inside a bedroom.
Something slammed against the door immediately.
BANG!
The entire frame shook.
Again.
BANG!
Meera sobbed uncontrollably.
“We’re dead…”
Karan searched the room desperately.
“There has to be another way out.”
Then I noticed something strange.
Old words carved into the wall beside the bed.
The spirit enters through invitation.
End the game or never leave.
I remembered the board upstairs.
GOODBYE.
We never ended the game properly.
“We have to go back,” I said.
Karan stared at me. “Are you insane?”
“The board. We didn’t close it.”
Another violent hit shook the door.
Wood cracked loudly.
Meera screamed.
“We don’t have time!”
The thing outside suddenly stopped moving.
Silence filled the room.
Then came a soft voice.
Very close.
“Aakash…”
I froze.
Because the voice came from under the bed.
Slowly, I looked down.
A pale face stared back at me from darkness.
White eyes.
Huge smile.
Its skin looked rotten.
I jumped backward in horror.
The creature crawled out unnaturally fast.
Its limbs twisted wrong.
Bones cracked loudly.
Meera shrieked.
Karan grabbed a chair and smashed it into the creature.
The thing crashed into the wall.
Black liquid spilled from its mouth.
Then it smiled wider.
No human mouth could stretch like that.
We ran.
The hallway upstairs seemed endless.
Doors slammed around us.
Whispers filled the air.
Family photos fell from walls and shattered.
Behind us, crawling sounds followed quickly.
The creature chased us on all fours.
I could hear its nails scratching wood.
We reached the Ouija room.
The candle inside burned again by itself.
The board waited in the center.
The pointer moved slowly on its own.
A…
A…
K…
A…
S…
H…
My name again.
Karan grabbed the pointer.
“How do we stop this?”
The piece moved violently.
GOODBYE.
Then stopped.
The room shook hard.
A horrible scream echoed through the house.
Not human.
Not animal.
Something ancient.
The candle exploded.
Darkness swallowed us again.
Then icy hands grabbed my throat.
I was lifted off the ground.
I could not breathe.
In the darkness, two glowing white eyes stared into mine.
“You invited me,” the voice whispered.
Its breath smelled like rotten water.
“I know you.”
I struggled desperately.
“Please…”
The creature moved closer.
And suddenly I remembered something.
Years ago, when I was very young, I played with a homemade spirit board during a school trip.
I had laughed and asked for a sign.
That same night, I saw a shadow standing near my bed.
I never told anyone.
The voice hissed again.
“You opened the door long ago.”
Fear exploded inside me.
This thing had followed me for years.
Waiting.
Suddenly Karan shouted something.
A bright flame appeared.
He had set fire to old curtains using a lighter.
The creature released me instantly.
It screamed painfully.
The room caught fire quickly.
Smoke filled the air.
“RUN!” Karan yelled.
We rushed downstairs while flames spread through the old house.
The whispers became louder.
Angrier.
Every wall seemed alive.
Faces pushed outward beneath the wallpaper like trapped souls.
Hands reached from darkness.
The entire house screamed.
We burst through the front door into the storm.
Rain poured heavily around us.
Behind us, the house burned bright orange.
Windows shattered.
Black smoke rose into the sky.
Then I saw him again.
The tall figure.
Standing inside an upstairs window.
Watching me through flames.
Smiling.
The fire swallowed him.
Then the roof collapsed.
Police found us near the road at sunrise.
Meera could barely speak.
Karan told them Arjun disappeared during the fire.
They searched for days.
No body was ever found.
The police believed he ran away during panic.
But we knew the truth.
Something took him.
Something not human.
Months passed.
Life slowly returned to normal.
Or at least it tried to.
Meera moved to another city.
Karan stopped talking to everyone.
And I…
I could never sleep properly again.
Every night I dreamed of white eyes watching me.
Sometimes I heard whispers near my bedroom.
Sometimes wet footprints appeared on my floor.
I started leaving lights on while sleeping.
It changed nothing.
Because darkness was not the real problem anymore.
It was already inside my life.
One night, almost a year later, I woke up around 2 AM.
My room felt freezing cold.
I sat up slowly.
Then I heard it.
Scratch.
Scratch.
Scratch.
Coming from my closet.
I grabbed my phone flashlight with shaking hands.
The scratching stopped immediately.
Silence.
I slowly walked closer.
My heartbeat thundered inside my chest.
The closet door opened slightly by itself.
Creeeeak.
Inside was complete darkness.
Then my phone light flickered.
For one second, I saw someone standing inside.
Tall.
Thin.
White eyes.
Smiling.
The light died.
And the whisper returned.
“Aakash…”
I ran from the room screaming.
But deep down, I already understood the truth.
The fire never destroyed it.
The Ouija board never released it.
Because it was never connected to the house.
It was connected to me.
I started researching everything about spirit boards after that night.
Libraries.
Old websites.
Ancient stories.
I learned something terrifying.
Some spirits do not need permission forever.
One invitation is enough.
Especially if the spirit knows your name.
Names are powerful.
They connect souls.
And somehow, that thing had known mine from the beginning.
Maybe before I was even born.
Three weeks later, Karan called me unexpectedly.
His voice sounded weak.
“Aakash… it came back.”
Cold fear filled my body instantly.
“What happened?”
“I saw Arjun.”
I became silent.
Karan continued breathing heavily.
“He was standing outside my apartment last night.”
“That’s impossible.”
“He kept smiling at me. Then he said your name.”
A chill ran through my spine.
“What exactly did he say?”
Karan whispered slowly.
“He said… tell Aakash I’m waiting.”
The phone line suddenly filled with static.
Then another voice spoke softly.
Not Karan’s voice.
“Aakash…”
The call ended.
I tried calling back dozens of times.
No answer.
The next day, police found Karan dead in his apartment.
They called it suicide.
But the officers mentioned something strange.
All mirrors inside the apartment had the same words written across them.
AAKASH IS NEXT
After that, I stopped believing I could escape.
I moved constantly between cheap hotels and rented rooms.
I never stayed anywhere too long.
But it always found me.
Sometimes in reflections.
Sometimes in dreams.
Sometimes standing far away in crowds.
Watching.
Waiting.
Smiling.
One rainy evening, I entered a small roadside diner to escape the weather.
Only one old woman sat inside.
The moment she saw me, her face changed completely.
Fear filled her eyes.
“You,” she whispered.
I froze.
“What?”
She stood slowly.
“You brought it with you.”
The air suddenly felt colder.
My voice shook. “What are you talking about?”
She stared behind me.
Not at me.
Behind me.
Then tears filled her eyes.
“It’s standing next to you.”
I turned instantly.
Nothing was there.
When I looked back, the woman crossed herself quickly.
“You need to end it before it takes you fully.”
“How?”
She whispered one sentence I will never forget.
“Do not answer when it calls your name.”
Then she hurried out into the rain.
I never saw her again.
For days, I thought about her warning.
Do not answer when it calls your name.
At first it sounded stupid.
Then I remembered every strange moment.
Every attack started after I reacted.
After I listened.
After I answered.
Maybe names really were doors.
And every time I responded, I opened the door wider.
Last night, everything finally ended.
Or maybe it only began.
I still do not know.
I was staying in a motel outside the city.
Room 8.
Small bed.
Dirty walls.
Buzzing ceiling light.
At exactly 3:03 AM, I woke up suddenly.
The room was freezing.
Then came the whisper.
“Aakash…”
Very soft.
From beside my bed.
My entire body trembled.
But I remembered the old woman’s warning.
I stayed silent.
The whisper came again.
“Aakash…”
Closer this time.
I shut my eyes tightly.
The room filled with the smell of wet earth and rotten water.
Then the voice changed.
It sounded angry now.
“AAKASH.”
I still said nothing.
The ceiling light burst.
Darkness swallowed the room.
Something climbed onto the bed slowly.
The mattress sank beside me.
I felt icy breath touching my face.
Then came the final whisper.
“Look at me.”
Every part of me wanted to run.
To scream.
To answer.
But I stayed completely silent.
For a very long time, nothing moved.
Then suddenly the pressure beside me disappeared.
The cold slowly faded.
Morning sunlight entered through the window.
The thing was gone.
For the first time in years, I felt peace.
Real peace.
Maybe the connection finally broke.
Maybe silence closed the door.
I do not know.
But tonight, I will try sleeping without lights for the first time in years.
Still…
Sometimes, when the room becomes very quiet, I feel afraid.
Because deep down, I wonder something terrible.
What if it is not gone?
What if it is only waiting for me to answer again?
And sometimes…
Very late at night…
I still hear a soft whisper from the darkness.
Calling my name.
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