Murdered In Life, Haunting In Dreams

Continuing the previous story, Not All Roads Are Empty

Most of the houses on that lane were very old. Many were kept locked - some due to family disputes, others because their owners had passed away. The ones who were still alive didn't live there anymore; they had rented their homes out and moved elsewhere. So the number of people actually living on that lane was very low.

Kids would play there during the daytime, and that street became a shortcut for many. But there was one house - huge, three stories tall - that stood out from all the rest. I still remember its strange aura. The paint had peeled off long ago, its windows were shattered, and everything inside seemed rusted and covered in thick layers of dust. Pigeons had made nests inside, and cobwebs hung like curtains in every corner. That house had been closed for over seven years.

A wealthy transgender woman had once lived there. According to the neighbors and the local shopkeeper, she was kind to everyone - even though society treated her with cruelty and hate. One night, her two servants - a man and a woman - murdered her by smothering her with a pillow, all for her wealth. After killing her, they buried her body inside the house, covering the hole with cement. Everything was carefully planned.

They told everyone that the lady had gone abroad on vacation. For a few months, no one suspected anything. But one day, some of her friends came from another state looking for her. They asked around, confused by the servants' story. By then, the servants had vanished.

Eventually, the neighbors called the police. After a brief investigation, officers broke the lock and entered the house. It was silent. All valuables were gone - vaults were emptied, jewelry and money missing. Things looked like a robbery had taken place in that house.

Her friends stayed in the house that night. But even with all the windows open, they felt an unbearable heaviness in the air, like something invisible was pressing down on them. They told the police that something felt wrong with one of the floors. The next day, a search team brought in sniffer dogs, and after digging beneath a cemented patch, they found her body - still recognizable, but decomposing.

The entire neighborhood was filled with a stench so strong and horrific that no one who was there will ever forget it. After some time, the culprits were caught. Justice was served. Her friends and family performed rituals and locked the house again.

But the house didn't stay quiet.

Soon, people began seeing a dark figure on the rooftop. Those who saw it would fall sick days later. Others said they spotted someone standing at the broken windows. Nearby houses heard strange sounds - talking, objects falling, someone whispering at night. At first, people blamed birds or animals, but soon they realized this was different.

It became terrifying when a child said she saw the lady standing outside her old home. Then another kid said the same. Each one who saw her ended up getting mysteriously sick afterward. Fear spread. People stopped walking past that house. The area began to empty out, house by house. They said it wasn't just one spirit - but many.

Teenagers began using the house for dares, trying to prove how brave they were. But many who entered reported feeling like someone was choking them inside. Some even fell ill for weeks afterward.

For me, it was all deeply fascinating when I started living in that area. My mother didn't like my interest in creepy stuff, but I was a teenager - curious, reckless, and drawn to creepy stories. My school friends and I would talk about these things during lunch or in the middle of boring classes.

A few months after I had fallen on that very lane, my friends were eager to explore the house. We had watched ghost-hunting videos online and thought we could do the same. One Sunday afternoon, with the sun high in the sky, four of us went there. "Sunlight means safety," we joked. My friend Sonu even brought his cricket bat for protection.

As we walked down the lane, memories of that night came rushing back. But I stayed brave - we were all together this time. Once we crossed the front wall, I felt this heavy, cold sensation telling me not to go further. I asked to stay outside, and the others agreed. They entered through a broken window while I explored the front yard and garden.

Then suddenly - I heard footsteps running on the first floor. One of my friends came rushing out, covered in spiderwebs, crying and cursing. He said the others had pranked him by running upstairs and leaving him alone. Soon, the other two came back. They claimed the house was just dark - even in broad daylight. No curtains on those broken windows, yet barely any light came through. It felt like the house was swallowing sunlight.

We laughed it off, made some jokes, and left. But that night, the real horror began.

All four of us had nightmares. Terrifying, vivid dreams filled with dead bodies, violence, and shadows. And then the sickness came - fevers, body aches, weakness. All of us fell ill at the same time. It was too much of a coincidence.

Sonu later said he dreamt of standing inside the house, holding his bat, unable to move. My mother told me that one night during my fever, I woke up crying and screaming, "Mummy! He came! He is here!"

I kept dreaming of a tall woman standing silently in the middle of a river. I don't know why, but her presence felt cold and threatening.

Two weeks passed in fear and confusion. I didn't go to school. I had throat infections and no energy. One of my friends was taken to a spiritual healer by his parents, and after some rituals, his condition improved. My mother prayed for me every single day and eventually held a prayer at home. Slowly, the nightmares stopped. We all recovered - but we didn't talk to each other for a long time.

Time passed, but I still don't like dreaming.

I never went near that place again. In 2024, the entire colony was demolished. Someone bought it for a big project. I don't know the details, as I live somewhere else now.

But the memories remain.

And this is not the only story I have. I'll be back with more real incidents soon.