In a small village in Murshidabad, there stood an old, broken indigo factory house.
People said a British sahib's ghost haunted that place.
Many years ago, during British rule, a cruel sahib named Mr. Harold lived there.
He forced the villagers to work for him and punished anyone who refused.
One night, the villagers became furious.
They set the indigo house on fire.
From that night, Mr. Harold was never seen again…
But the villagers believed—
he never truly left.
The Beginning of the Mystery
A school teacher named Rahul didn't believe in ghost stories.
One day, he laughed and said,
— "Tonight I'll stay in that haunted house. Let's see if this sahib really appears!"
Everyone warned him not to go.
But Rahul didn't listen.
That night, carrying a lantern, a torch, and his phone, he entered the ruined indigo house.
The place was dark…
Cold wind came through the broken windows…
The walls were cracked and stained…
And there was a strange rotting smell in the air.
Suddenly—
Tok… Tok… Tok…
Footsteps echoed from the upper floor.
Rahul turned on his torch and shouted,
— "Who's there?"
No answer.
The Man in the White Coat
Slowly, Rahul climbed the stairs.
Upstairs, he saw a large room.
In the middle of the room was an old wooden chair.
And on that chair sat a man…
A white coat. A hat. Long boots.
A sahib.
Rahul felt fear, but he still asked,
— "Who are you?"
The man slowly lifted his face.
Half of his face was burned.
One eye was gone.
And the other eye glowed red like fire.
In a broken whisper, he said—
— "You… came… back…"
Rahul tried to run.
But suddenly—
BANG!
The door slammed shut by itself.
The Cold Hand
The room became freezing cold.
Rahul's torch went out.
His phone died.
In the darkness, he could hear only—
Tok… Tok… Tok…
The sound of boots…
Slowly walking toward him…
Then suddenly—
A hand touched his shoulder.
A freezing cold hand.
Rahul screamed,
— "Help! Someone help me!"
And right beside his ear, a voice whispered—
— "You… burned… me…"
Rahul trembled and cried,
— "No! Not me!"
But the voice growled louder—
— "All… of… you… are… the same…"
The Next Morning
The next day, the villagers went to search for Rahul.
The door of the indigo house was open.
Inside… there was no sign of him.
Only one thing was found in the upstairs room:
On the wall, written in blood, were the words—
"HE IS STILL HERE…"
And on the floor lay Rahul's phone.
The last photo on the screen showed Rahul standing in the room…
And behind him—
The burned-faced sahib in the white coat.
The End… Or Maybe Not
Even today, people say that after midnight, if you pass by that old indigo house, you can hear—
Tok… Tok… Tok…
The sound of boots…
And if you dare to turn around…
You may see—
The sahib in the white coat standing right behind you.