Everybody in their childhood would have definitely heard many stories from their parents, siblings and grandparents.

As kids, we were enchanted by stories that are cleverly crafted, even if they weren't true.

Likewise my early years were filled with many thrilling tales of adventure and horror often told by my father and my sister. During the rainy season in the dull quiet climate my sister often share the spooky stories which she heard or read or mostly fabricated by herself with us. We, the cousins sit with her to just listen to whatever she says whether it's logical or not that never maters to us lol. 😃

One such story which she shared with us just stayed with us even after 2 decades I could recall every bit of what she portrayed to us. Me, along with my 2 cousins usually ask for a story to my sister when we were studying 3rd grade. I am a little brave girl compared to my other 2 cousins. One is a scary cat and the other is so sensitive. 

It would be so fun listening to the story first and go together to every place after listening the story out of fear. 😄 

After all these years, I shared this story with my younger cousins, who still remember it vividly. This prompted me to finally put it into writing. 

The story is about 3 couple stranded in a house of horrors. This is fully fabricated own story of my sister which I type here. Just for entertainment. Read and enjoy!! (NO LOGIC ONLY MAGIC IN WRITING)

The story starts with the 3 newly married couples going on a trip in a car. As they headed to their destination, they paused for a break, in a grassy area off the solitary road. There they finish their lunch and enjoyed the beautiful breeze. 

As it is a deserted pathway, one of the couples advised them to start earlier before it turns dark and there were no lights in the road. As they returned to the car, they found soon that the car's battery is dead.

"Panic began to set in as they realized they were truly stranded. No phone signal, no landmarks, and no passersby. The isolated road stretched out in both directions, seemingly endless.

'Where are we?' one of the couples asked, frustration creeping into her voice.

The couples exchanged worried glances. They had taken a wrong turn somewhere, but none of them knew exactly where.

The grassy area that had offered a peaceful break now seemed ominous, a reminder of their vulnerability.

'What do we do now?' another couple asked, her voice trembling."

As there were no lights the place was covered by darkness soon. 

"As night fell, the already isolated location became even more ominous. The absence of streetlights or any artificial illumination plunged the area into an inky blackness. The group's anxiety escalated as the darkness seemed to swallow them whole.

Disoriented and frightened, they stumbled around, desperate to find a way back to their place. But every step felt like a guess, as if they were navigating a blindfolded maze.

'We should have stayed on the main road,' one of the couples lamented, her voice trembling.

'We didn't pass any houses or landmarks, did we?' another asked, desperation creeping in.

The group fell silent, listening for any sign of life – a car driving by, a dog barking, anything. But the stillness was oppressive, punctuated only by the occasional hooting of owls or rustling of leaves.

As they walked through the darkness, they found a river with a small boat. The boat could only hold three people. Across the river, they saw a light from a house.

'Let's use the boat to get across!' one guy said. But they worried: 'Who will stay behind?' Of the three couples, one pair stood out in their exceptional intelligence and resourcefulness. They are the secondly married among the 3.

They decided three would go first. If it was safe, they'd return for the others."

The first pair carefully climbed into the small boat, followed by the second pair. With a gentle push, it drifted away from the riverbank, carrying them toward the distant light.

As they glided across the water, the third pair watched anxiously from the shore. The darkness seemed to close in around them.

Finally, the boat reached the other side. The first two pairs stepped onto dry land, waving reassuringly at their waiting friends.

The boat returned, and the third pair climbed aboard. With a shared sigh of relief, they pushed off and began their own journey across the river.

As they reach the land they see an isolated three storey house nearby.

"I don't think we should go in there," the witty pair advised, eyes scanning the eerie surroundings. "It looks abandoned, and we don't know what kind of condition it's in."

But the sun was setting, casting long shadows across the deserted landscape. The other two pairs exchanged a weary glance.

"We have no other options," the first pair reasoned. "We can't spend the night out here in the open. It's getting cold, and we're exhausted."

The third pair nodded in agreement. "Let's just check if it's safe and find a place to rest. We can reassess in the morning."

Despite the witty pair's reservations, the group approached the house. The front door creaked as they pushed it open, revealing a dimly lit hallway.

As they stepped inside, the door swung shut behind them, enveloping them in an unsettling silence.

As the door creaked shut, the group realized they were trapped. The door wouldn't budge, no matter how hard they pushed or pulled.

"Great," the witty pair muttered. "Just what I warned you about."

The brilliant pair examined the door, searching for a hidden mechanism or lock. "This isn't an accident," they said, eyes narrowing. "Someone or something wants us here."

Panic began to set in as the group frantically searched for alternative exits. But every window and door led to more locked barriers.

"We're stuck," the third pair whispered, fear creeping into their voices.

The group huddled together, unsure what lay ahead. The darkness and silence seemed oppressive, weighing heavily on their spirits.

"What do we do now?" the witty pair asked, breaking the silence.

The brilliant pair's voice was calm and resolute. “We search the house, top to bottom. There must be a way out.”

As they explored the house, the group stumbled upon a grand dining hall. The room was dimly lit, but the candlelight on the table cast a warm, inviting glow.

Their eyes widened as they took in the feast spread before them. Roasted meats, steaming vegetables, and golden-brown bread filled the table. Fine china, crystal glasses, and silverware sparkled in the candlelight.

"Who could have prepared this?" the witty pair asked, incredulous.

The brilliant pair examined the food, searching for any signs of spoilage or tampering. "This looks freshly cooked," they said, puzzled.

The third pair's eyes gleamed with hunger. "Should we eat? We're starving!"

But the witty pair hesitated. "Is this a trap? Why would someone leave a feast for us?"

The group stood around the table, unsure what to do. The silence was broken only by the soft flicker of the candles.

Suddenly, all of them decided to eat first. We need our strength to figure out what's going on.”

As they dined in the grand dining hall, one of the couples, the third pair, excused themselves to grab a refreshing drink from the kitchen. They opened the refrigerator, searching for something to quench their thirst.

"Ah, watermelon juice, perfect!" they exclaimed, grabbing a pitcher.

But as they poured the juice into glasses, an overwhelming stench wafted up."Ugh, what's wrong with this?" they asked, wrinkling their nose.

Suddenly, the liquid's color seemed off. They held the glass up to the light, and their heart sank.

It wasn't watermelon juice at all.

IT was BLOOD!! 

They rushed back to the dining hall. Before they could share their gruesome discovery, one of them spotted something horrific on their plate.

A small, severed human finger.

Their scream echoed through the hall. The room froze. Chaos erupted as the group scrambled to process the horror. The witty couple's eyes locked onto the finger, then the kitchen, where the blood-filled pitcher still sat.

The brilliant couple's faces turned ghostly pale.

The third pair, still screaming, rushed to their bedroom and slammed the door shut.

"Lock it! Lock it!" they frantically yelled, desperation creeping in. The room fell silent.

As night descended, an eerie darkness shrouded the house. The occupants, unaware of the horror that awaited them, huddled in their respective bedrooms.

The first couple, exhausted, slept soundly on the first floor. The third couple, still shaken, barricaded themselves in their third-floor room.

Meanwhile, the witty couple on the second floor remained vigilant, their ears straining to detect any unusual sounds.

Suddenly, the front door creaked open, and an unsettling chill swept through the house. The evil spirits had returned.

"Someone's here," the witty partner whispered, eyes wide with fear.

Their partner nodded, gripping their hand. "We need to warn the others."

But it was too late.

The spirits began their ascent, floor by floor, driven by an insatiable hunger for terror and blood.

First Floor: The brilliant couple slept, oblivious to the danger creeping towards them.

Second Floor: The witty couple held their breath, listening to the footsteps approaching.

Third Floor: the third couple also slept due to tireness.

The ghosts descended upon the first floor. They reached the first couple's bedroom and knocked softly, mimicking the witty couple's voice. (2nd couple voice)

"Hey, guys! Let us in! We need to talk!"

The wife of the first guy stirred, groggy from sleep. "What's up?" She replied, unaware of the horror waiting on the other side. The ghosts knocked again, their voices laced with a sinister intent.

“Open up! It's us! We found something!”

As the husband slept, his wife opened the door to the ghosts' disguise, and they dragged her away into the darkness. 

Later, the husband awoke to an unsettling chill in the air and found his wife missing. Panic set in as he frantically searched the darkened house, calling out her name. His search ended abruptly when he encountered the ghosts, their icy fingers wrapping around him, silencing his screams. The husband's life force was extinguished, joining his wife in a tragic fate. 

 The first couple's life ended tragically and miserably, taken by the malevolent ghosts in the haunted house.

The witty couple on the second floor remained, trembling in fear, their desperate escape plans looming ahead.

On the third floor, the wife's restless sleep was disrupted by eerie whispers of cats and dogs. Despite her partner's warnings, she opened the door to investigate, and ghostly fingers grasped her wrist, pulling her away. Her screams merged with the haunting animal voices as the ghosts dragged her into darkness. 

Her partner awoke to an empty room, his frantic search yielding only silence. Now, he was alone and vulnerable. He went in search of his wife. He came to the ground floor just to witness the scene of the ghosts having his wife as dinner in the dining table. 

Terrified, he screamed so badly that the witty couple alarmed by the sound. All the ghosts together gave an angry look that burnt the husband alive.

(The upcoming twists the readers will never expect.  My sister turned this horror story to a funny story with the funny climax. Don't miss the ending. But that too was scary when we were young.)

The climax:

In a daring move, the witty couple devised a plan to outsmart the ghosts. They donned bedsheets with black and red paint, transforming themselves into fearsome apparitions. Wooden trunk "teeth" and menacing grins completed their ghostly disguises.

Armed with Mike and speakers, they blasted spine-chilling sound effects to threaten the ghosts. 

"I am Rakshasha, the greatest devil!" they thundered, voices amplified. "My hunger burns, and I shall devour 10 ghosts in one gulp!"

The ghosts, taken aback by the couple's audacity, trembled with fear. Their ethereal forms quivered, and they fled the house in terror.

Victorious, the witty couple stood tall, their makeshift costumes still intact.

As the last ghost vanished, they burst into laughter, relieved and triumphant.

"We did it!" they exclaimed, embracing each other.

Their clever tactics had saved the day, banishing the malevolent spirits from the haunted house.

Here's the rewritten paragraph in simpler language:

The surviving couple fled the haunted house, overcome with sadness and relief. They couldn't forget their fallen friends but were grateful to have outsmarted the ghosts. Hand in hand, they ran through the empty streets until they saw their home in the distance. Exhausted but safe, they hugged each other tightly.

"We made it," they whispered, tears of joy streaming down their faces.

They closed the door behind them, grateful for their love and quick thinking that saved them from the terrifying night.

The end. 

This is definitely a hilarious climax. Hope you all enjoyed the reading.

Have a nice day!!