The Empty Hotel in Kashmir A Night of Horror
😱 The Empty Hotel in Kashmir – A Night of Horror
It happened last year, when my three friends — Ahmed, Bilal, and Hamza — and I planned a trip to Kashmir.
We were all university friends and had been wanting to go somewhere for a long time.
Finally, when we got our vacations, we took the car and headed straight toward Muzaffarabad.
The road was breathtaking — snow-covered mountains, cool breeze, and dense forests.
We were laughing and joking all the way.
By evening, we reached near Naran, but suddenly, the weather changed.
Rain started pouring, and the fog got so thick that we could barely see the road.
We decided to stop for the night.
Checking GPS, we found an old hotel nearby called “Hill View Guest House.”
So, we went there.
🏚 The Hotel Scene
The hotel looked quite old — wooden walls, flickering lights, and a faint musty smell — the kind that comes from old things.
At the reception sat an old man, with dark circles under his eyes and a weak, tired voice.
He said slowly,
“Rooms are available… but don’t take the one on the upper floor.”
We looked at each other and laughed.
Ahmed joked,
“What, does a ghost live up there?”
The old man didn’t reply. He just said,
“Take a room downstairs. Spend the night. Leave in the morning.”
We brushed it off as a silly warning and took a room on the ground floor.
🌧 The Night Begins
Around midnight, the power went out.
Outside, the rain grew heavier, and the wind was howling through the trees, making eerie sounds.
Hamza whispered,
“Guys, let’s go see what’s upstairs. Why was that old man stopping us?”
We hesitated at first, then all laughed — “Let’s go see what’s so scary!”
Turning on our phone flashlights, we climbed the creaking stairs.
The upper floor was cold and silent.
Old paintings hung on the walls — some faded, some torn.
😨 The Room
One door had “Room No. 7” written on it — and strangely, it was slightly open.
We peeked inside — the room was completely empty except for an old chair and a broken wardrobe.
Bilal said,
“This must be the room he warned us about. Maybe something bad happened here.”
Just then, Ahmed touched the chair — and the door slammed shut behind us!
We jumped back in shock.
The door wouldn’t open.
Our flashlights began flickering.
Then suddenly… we heard movement inside the wardrobe.
Ahmed shouted,
“Who’s there?!”
No answer.
Bilal gathered courage and opened the wardrobe — only to find an old coat hanging inside.
But on the floor beneath it — wet footprints were visible, leading out of the room!
👣 The Footprints and the Scream
Our blood ran cold.
The footprints led into the hallway — but the hallway was empty.
Then suddenly, from downstairs, we heard the old man’s voice —
“I told you… not to go upstairs…”
We ran downstairs as fast as we could — but the reception was completely empty.
The door was locked — from the outside.
Then the lights came back.
We looked around — the old man had vanished.
We smashed a window, climbed out, and sprinted toward our car.
When we looked back — the “Hill View Guest House” signboard had fallen to the ground.
And written on it were the words:
“Closed Since 1998”
😰 The Next Morning
The next morning, we sat silently at a café in Muzaffarabad.
When we asked the locals about the hotel, they said it had been shut down 25 years ago —
after a tourist family froze to death there one winter night.
And ever since then, people say… lights can still be seen glowing inside the hotel at night.
