A chilling horror story by Reshmi Banu of Class VII about a visit to grandparents that turns into a terrifying mystery involving a locked room, strange behavior, and a shocking discovery.
It is an incident from long ago, when I was travelling to my grandparents’ house with my elder brother.
It had been quite a long time since we had visited them—almost 6 to 7 years—so we decided to meet them during that vacation. They lived in Jaigaon, a quiet and distant place from our home, so we took a train.
My brother and I were quite young at that time. My elder brother was 18 years old, and I was probably around 9.
Our train stopped at Hasimara station, where we met our grandparents. We got down and gave them a tight hug.
They were smiling, but my elder brother felt a bit uneasy seeing their smiles. However, we ignored it and got into the car.
After a long and tiring journey, we finally reached their house. One thing I forgot to mention is that their house was in a very lonely place. There were no other houses nearby, which gave it a strange kind of silence.
As we reached the gate, something unusual happened—the gate suddenly opened on its own. I was surprised, but my brother remained calm. He said, “Oh chill, it might have opened due to the strong wind!”
His explanation seemed logical, as the wind was indeed blowing very fast. So, I didn’t argue and went inside.
After we freshened up, Grandma called us to the dining table. She served us two bowls of red soup. It looked delicious, but it tasted slightly bitter.
We didn’t question it and ate quietly.
Days passed quickly, but something felt strange—every single day, Grandma served us the same red soup.
Apart from that, another thing felt off. There was one room in the house that was always locked. We had never entered it. It was our grandparents’ room, and a foul smell constantly came from inside.
One day, my brother and I were sitting in the veranda while our grandparents had gone to the fields.
I was painting, and as usual, my brother was busy playing video games. Suddenly, I felt like a shadow was moving inside the house. I immediately told my brother. At first, he didn’t believe me, but somehow I convinced him to come and check.
We searched the entire house but found nothing.
However, when we reached the hall, we froze.
There was a photo of our grandparents… and it looked as if blood was coming out of their eyes.
Terrified, I grabbed my brother’s hand and burst into tears. He tried to calm me down, but suddenly the foul smell returned—this time much stronger.
Gathering all our courage, we decided to open that locked room.
As we pushed the door, it made a creaking sound, as if it hadn’t been opened for a long time.
As we stepped inside, my foot touched something. When I looked down, I saw it was a hand.
We were frozen in fear.
There were two dead bodies lying on the floor. We couldn’t recognize them at first, but my brother noticed something—a bangle on one of the hands.
It looked familiar… because our grandmother used to wear it.
