Rahul and Amar had been friends since they were five years old. Now, it was their last summer together

before they went to different universities, so they needed one last epic adventure together,

one that they would remember for a long time. They decided to travel to Rajasthan, a rural

town full of ghost stories.

At least that's what they had heard, but they didn't believe any of it.

The pair arrived and stood at the entrance of an old fort.

There was a sign there that read,

No entry after sunset.

They found a security guard and bribed their way in.

It was 11 p.m. The security guard told them, go in carefully. Death lurks around that every step. They went through the gates

and noticed an immediate change in temperature. It was a lot colder inside the fort. There was a strong smell as he walked around the inside.

It smelled like some rodent had died and was never cleaned up.

Amar got his camera out and kept exploring.

He then noticed something on the camera lens, like a shadow that had passed behind them.

He told Raoul to turn around, but there was nothing there.

They were about to continue their walk when they heard the sounds of chains rattling.

It was coming from a room behind them.

They went in to look for the source of the sound, but as they stepped inside the room, the

door slammed behind them. Amar yelled that they

should leave now. But Rahul was not having it. It was probably the wind, he said. But then

the door opened and closed again. That's when they realized that it could not have been the wind.

They needed to leave. And so could not have been the wind.

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