250 words story on haunted house
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There was an village named as Bhutan. But in old days many people believed in Ghosts. Before entering the village their was an bungalow named “BLACK ROSE” HAUNTED HOUSE people used to afraid when they pass through this bungalow.
The boy named Sarang was born in this village but studied in America. After many years ,while returning back to village he saw the bungalow, he was surprised to see black roses covered the whole compound of bungalow. People passing through stopped him as it was haunted. He challenged to go in at night and bring the bunch of black roses.
12 o clock an auto driver dropped him. He entered bungalow, the garden was wonderful. He saw that it was having 8 rooms but full of the dust . Doors of 3 rooms he opened “oh my god” listen the sound someone running through and stopped near the 6th door he open shouted and ran away as he saw a lady sitting and her head kept in front of her body and combing her own hairs.
As Sarang left the bungalow he saw some people sitting near fire, he went for help but he saw people burning their own legs in fire. He ran away and saw as the auto was waiting for him. He told the driver to leave this place immediately.
Driver asked what happen sir? why are u so scared?
Sarang explained him and said the lady was combing her own hair. Then the driver answered so what sir its not new see I can also remove my head , he removed, and sarang was so shocked. The driver who was ready to come but the different people refused to come, absolutely the driver was the ghost.
Next day morning sarang was missing forever and ever. People were scared by this incident and very sure to believe their faith in ghosts. The black roses made the night black. Never challenge the ghost.
"BOO!" screamed to clown with an obviously fake chainsaw. "Ok. When does the scary stuff start?" Alex said, emotionless. Jack came out of his shock, legs shaking, liquid coming down his pants. "Alex..... have any spare pants?" Jack asked. "Guys let's just get out of here. You know I have an early curfew." I said.
Much scary stuff popped out of the walls of that place. As we went into the maze, we got lost. "Guys where are we?" I asked, scared to death. Alex, showing his first sign of emotion, said "I don't know, but it's getting late I bet. Let's just keep walking and find our way through."
We walked for what seemed like ages but kept getting to a dead end. "My watch says 10:38! WE"VE BEEN HERE FOR TWO HOURS!" exclaimed Alex. "SHOOT! MY CURFEW!" I yelled, "My parents are going to be mad!" We all sat down at a dead-end. After an hour of worrying, we heard doors shut and lock. Then, the lights turned off.
Alex turned on the flashlight on his watch, all though small, gave us some light in this pit of darkness. We walked around some more and found a door in less than 5 minutes. But it was locked. We banged on the door and screamed at the top of our lungs. Still, no one came.
After a few minutes, we started crying until we heard someone unlock the door. Right as it opened, we burst out of there still crying. "NO MORE HAUNTED HOUSE" I yelled. Next Halloween, let's just keep it strictly Trick or Treating.