Raaz-e-Bhootia Haveli

 

Raaz-e-Bhootia Haveli

Gaon ke kinaare ek purani, jhilli si haveli thi jise log “Bhootia Haveli” kehte the. Haveli ka rang kab ka udaas ho chuka tha, deewar pe kalimirchi ke daag aur sheesho par moti moti dhool ki paratein jam chuki thi. Log kehte the ki jo bhi us haveli mein raat bitata hai, woh kabhi wapas nahi aata.

Rahul ek shahar ka naujawan tha, jo apni university ke liye ek documentary bana raha tha. Usne decide kiya ki woh apne doston ke saath milke iss haveli ke raaz kholne jayega. Log usse samjhate rahe, “Woh haveli dangerous hai, mat jaana wahan.” Par Rahul ka jazba aur curiosity zyada tha.

Ek raat, Rahul aur uske teen dost — Aman, Sameer, aur Neha — flashlight le kar haveli ke andar ghus gaye. Bahar raat ki thandi hawa chal rahi thi, aur pedon ki sard shakhay ek ajeeb si awaaz kar rahi thi. Jaise kisi purani kahani mein, woh charo andheron ke saath ghus gaye.

Haveli ke andar sab kuch purana aur bhayanak lag raha tha. Farsh pe purane kapde, tuti hui furniture, aur ek khushk si khushboo thi jo sirf khauf ke saath mehsoos hoti hai. Rahul ne camera start kiya aur bola, “Chalo, sab kuch record karte hain.”

Woh log haveli ke bade hall mein aaye, jahan chandni raat ke bawajood andhera zyada tha. Rahul ne flashlight ka beam deewar pe lagaya toh dekha, wahan ek bade se painting thi — ek aurat ki tasveer, jo kisi gham mein doobi hui lag rahi thi. Us painting ke neeche chhote aksharon mein kuch likha tha:
“Yeh jagah meri qabr hai.”

Sab log thoda darr gaye, par Rahul bola, “Yeh sab to kahaniyan hain, chalo aage chalte hain.”

Woh log haveli ke upper floor ki taraf badhe. Har room mein jake Rahul ne apni flashlight ghumayi, camera record karta raha. Tabhi ek kamre ka darwaza apne aap dheere dheere khul gaya. Sab ke rone wale pal tak khamoshi chhayi rahi.

Neha ne thandi awaaz mein kaha, “Kya kisi ne yeh darwaza khola?” Sab ne chup ho kar darwaze ki taraf dekha, par koi nazar nahi aaya.

Aman ne himmat dikhate hue darwaza dhakka diya aur andar ghusa. Woh kamra ek bedroom tha, purana sa bed, ek dressing table, aur ek jadui si ghadi thi jo abhi bhi chal rahi thi, bina kisi battery ke.

Sameer ne ghadi ko haath lagaya, tabhi uski ungliyon se kuch aisi sard hawa nikli jaise koi bhoot uske haath chhoo gaya ho. Sab ke sar hilne lage.

Achaanak, kamre ki khidki se ek tez hawa ka jhonka aaya, aur saare candles jo kisi ne lagaye the, woh jhat se bujh gaye.

“Yeh sab kya ho raha hai?” Neha ne dara kar pucha.

Tabhi sabke phone mein ek saath ek ajeeb si awaaz aayi, ek ladki ki awaaz jo rone jaise lag rahi thi:
“Mujhe yahan se nikal do... main phansi hui hoon... meri jaan bachaao...”

Rahul ne camera ko us direction mein point kiya jahan awaaz aa rahi thi. Wahan ek purana almari tha, jisme aise kuch kapde the jo kabhi kisi shadi ke ho sakte the. Almari ka darwaza dheere dheere khula.

Sab log hairan the, aur us almari ke andar se ek thandi, safed haath bahar nikla — ek roohani chehra saamne aaya, jiski aankhen khoon ki tarah lal thi.

Neha cheekh uthi, “Bhago! Bhago yahan se!”

Par tab tak sab log haveli ke andar phas chuke the. Haveli ke darwaze apne aap band ho gaye. Light bilkul chali gayi, sirf chandni ki thodi roshni thi.

Rahul ne apna camera jaldi se band kiya aur bola, “Humko yahan se nikalna hoga, jaldi!”

Par haveli mein kuch aur tha — ek aawaz, jo unke peeche peeche aa rahi thi. Aise lag raha tha jaise koi poori haveli mein unki peecha kar raha ho.

Woh log bhaagne lage, par raste mein kamre ke darwaze aise khulte band hote ja rahe the, jaise koi invisible balwaan unko rok raha ho.

Neha ko laga koi uske kandhe pe haath rakh raha hai. Jab usne mud ke dekha, to koi nahi tha. Par uske kapdon mein ek thandi sard hawa chhupi hui thi.

Sameer ne kaha, “Yeh haveli kisi ki nahi, yeh kisi ki qabar hai.”

Tab Rahul ne us painting ki taraf dekha jisme woh aurat thi. Usne realize kiya ki woh aurat us haveli ki asli bhootni thi, jo apni maut ka badla lena chahti thi.

Woh aurat unke paas aayi, uske haath neeche neeche se badhte hue, unka dil tez tez dhadakne laga.

Aman ne zor se bola, “Kya koi mantra ya kuch hai jo use shant kar sake?”

Neha ko yaad aaya ki uski dadi ne kaha tha ki bhootia jagah pe shanti ke liye ek surah ya dua padhni chahiye.

Sabne apne mann mein surah padna shuru kiya. Dheere dheere haveli mein se ek garam roshni phailne lagi. Bhootni ki aatma dard mein lipti hui phir dheere dheere dheere hawa mein ghul gayi.

Jab roshni puri haveli se gayab ho gayi, haveli ke darwaze apne aap khul gaye.

Woh log bhaag kar bahar nikle, raat ke andheron mein apne jeene ke liye shukar ada karte hue.

Rahul ne kaha, “Ab humari documentary ke liye asli kahani mili hai — sach mein kisi jagah mein bhoot hote hain, aur woh humein apni kahani sunate hain.”

Woh log kabhi bhi wapas us haveli ke paas nahi gaye, par unke dil mein hamesha us raat ka woh khauf aur raaz chhupa raha.