Ghosts in the Hostel? Funny Horror Stories You Won't Believe

"Qrrrrrr…"
The door clamps screeched. Oh no, not again.
"Riya, did you hear that?!" I whispered, tugging at her blanket, heart pounding like I had just failed an exam. "I think it's her again."
Riya, my ever-chilled-out roommate, barely opened an eye. "Yaa, Sohini, it’s just the wind. Sone de," she muttered. But I knew better. Ever since that one night, we were convinced—humare hostel mein bhoot hai.

The First Encounter

It all started one random Tuesday night. We were four roommates in the hostel: me (Jo), Riya, our overdramatic nautanki queen Neha, and the silent, always-reading Kavya. Life was normal—college assignments, Netflix binges, and endless discussions about why we’re still single—until that one night.

The lights went out around 1 AM, and that’s when the weird stuff started happening.

"Thak, thak, thak." The sound of someone walking right outside our door.

"Kavya, did you hear that?" Neha’s voice trembled from her corner of the room.

Before anyone could answer, the door creaked open on its own. I swear on my half-eaten packet of chips, no one touched it.

"Hum toh gaye," Neha whispered, clutching her blanket like it was a shield against bhootni attacks. Even Kavya looked up from her book, wide-eyed for the first time.

And then, out of nowhere… Pata nahi kaise, but the lights came back on. Everything seemed normal, but we all knew—kuch toh gadbad hai.

Night ended consoling each other by saying koi nahi hawa hogi!

The ‘Bhootni’ Returns

A week later, Riya and I were the only ones in the room. Neha had gone home, and Kavya was still buried in her books somewhere in the library. It was a typical Friday night—we were watching a horror movie, obviously. Classic bad decision.

Midway through the scariest scene, the door opened by itself again.

I froze. Riya? She casually got up and went to shut the door, mumbling, "Yeh hostel wale kabhi theek se latch nahi lagate."

But before she could reach the door—BAM! The door slammed shut on its own.

That’s it. I was ready to leave this hostel, my course, and even the pyaar bhara dabbas my mom sent me. But Riya, being her usual calm self, just laughed. "Yeh sab hawa ka jhoka hai. Relax, yaar." 

Hawa ka jhoka? Really? I wasn’t buying it.

The Night It Got Real

One night, we all decided to confront the bhootni. Neha, ever the dramatic one, insisted we hold a séance to "talk" to it. Arre haan, horror movie dekh kar log expert ho jaate hain! So there we were, sitting in a circle with a makeshift diya in the middle.

Riya, as usual, was rolling her eyes. Kavya was looking around nervously, and Neha? She was in full actress mode, chanting random mantras from YouTube.

"Koi hai yahan?" Neha asked in her most serious voice.

For a minute, nothing happened. Just when we were about to give up, we heard it—the unmistakable sound of a woman crying.

"Ssssshhhh," Neha hissed dramatically, "Woh aa rahi hai."

My heart dropped. The crying grew louder, echoing through the room. We all held our breath as the sound got closer, and closer… and then, the door banged open.

But what we saw next made us burst out laughing. It was the hostel warden, Mrs. Sharma, walking past with her usual grumpy face, muttering something about how girls don’t sleep on time.

Drama over!

Twist in the Tale

That night, after we finally settled down, Riya went to the bathroom. A few minutes later, she came running back, eyes wide like she'd seen a ghost for the first time. "Guys, I swear there’s someone in the corridor dancing this late at night!"

We all shot up from our beds like a SWAT team—armed with belan, water bottles, and in Neha’s case, a random lip balm (because, clearly, moisturised lips are crucial in a crisis). Tiptoeing like we were in some ninja mission, we reached the door.

And there it was again—the unmistakable sound of footsteps, soft but steady, getting closer with every second. My heart was racing faster than during viva exams, Neha was clinging to my arm like I was her last hope, and Kavya looked like she’d pass out without the need of any bhootni.

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped.

"Yaar, ab toh hum gaye," Neha whispered, holding the lip balm like it was her weapon of choice in the final showdown.

We threw the door open—and there, in the corridor, stood a figure in white.

"AAAAHHHH!!!" We screamed louder than a college fest DJ, ran back into the room, and slammed the door shut like it was the end of the world.

Riya, out of breath, whispered, "Sohini, this time it’s for real. I swear it’s her!"

But then…

Kavya, who had been silent this whole time, suddenly burst into full-blown, uncontrollable laughter—the kind that makes your stomach hurt.

"Kya hua?!" we all yelled, half panicking, half curious.

Kavya wiped her tears and pointed toward the door. "Guys, relax! It’s just Swati from the next room. She’s been practising her sangeet moves again for her imaginary wedding!"

The Conclusion: The Real Horror

As we calmed down and laughed at our own foolishness, we realised something: The real horror isn’t the bhootni who may or may not haunt our hostel. It’s the assignments, exams, and endless hostel drama that we face every day.

So, next time you hear someone say, "Sssshhh, koi hai!", just remember—it’s probably the hostel warden on her night rounds or a sleepwalking Swati.

But who knows?

Moral of the story: Hostel life is full of twists and turns, where every creak of the door feels like a horror movie scene. But in the end, it's the memories, the pranks, and the endless laughter that makes it all worthwhile. Just don’t forget to lock the door. You never know when the real bhootni might show up! 

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