The Haunted House Of Assam | The Cursed Treasure | By Gods and Ghostss | Koushal Kamra

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The Haunted House Of Assam | The Cursed Treasure | By Gods and Ghostss | Koushal KamraIn this story, Jatin and his friend Fizan, who belong to Assam, come to know about a hidden treasure in a remote village of the state. During their search, they meet a tantrik who claims that he can help them locate the treasure.When they finally reach the village, the tantrik asks them to stay for a day in an old house nearby. Unaware of its dark past, they agree. The house was located close to a graveyard, and unknown to them, it was haunted.As night falls, strange things begin to happen inside the house. Unusual sounds, footsteps, and an eerie presence start to surround them. Slowly, they realize that a woman’s spirit and a child’s ghost are trapped in another room of the house. Jatin hears unsettling noises and movement, and soon after, Fizan experiences the same terrifying presence.Things take a darker turn when the tantrik intervenes, only for them to later discover that he was a fraud all along. Realizing the danger they are in, Jatin and Fizan flee the place.But what they experienced inside that haunted house—the presence, the sounds, and the entities—was deeply disturbing and far more real than they had imagined.What actually happened with them… you will find out in the story.Is kahani mein Jatin aur uska dost Fizan, jo Assam se belong karte hain, ek chhupe hue khazane ke baare mein jaante hain, jo Assam ke ek gaon mein kahin daba hua hota hai. Is khazane ko dhoondhne ke chakkar mein unki mulaqat ek tantrik se hoti hai, jo unhe yakeen dilata hai ki woh unki madad kar sakta hai.Jab woh dono us gaon mein pahunchte hain, toh tantrik unhe kehta hai ki woh ek din ke liye ek purane ghar mein ruk jaayein. Unhe bilkul andaza nahi hota ki woh ghar asal mein haunted hai. Woh ghar ek kabristan ke bilkul paas hota hai, aur us jagah ka mahaul shuru se hi ajeeb aur daraavna lagta hai.Jaise hi raat hoti hai, us ghar ke andar ajeeb ghatnayein hone lagti hain. Kabhi kadmon ki aahat, kabhi halki si khusur-phusur, aur ek ajeeb si presence