Aarav never believed in ghosts.
Not until the night he heard someone breathing… from the other side of a wall.
The hostel was old. Too old.
Paint peeling. Lights flickering. Corridors always smelling like damp wood.
But the rent was cheap. That's all that mattered.
"Room 12," the caretaker said, handing him the key."And listen… don't go near Room 13."
Aarav smirked. "Why? Ghosts?"
The old man didn't smile back.
"Just don't open it."
That night, everything was quiet.
Until 2:13 AM.
Knock… knock… knock…
Aarav woke up.
He looked at the wall.
The sound came again.
Knock… knock…
Slow. Heavy. Like someone… trapped.
"Hello?" Aarav whispered.
Silence.
Then—
A faint voice.
"…help me…"
Aarav froze.
His heart started racing.
That voice wasn't outside.
It was coming from… Room 13.