🏚️ THE CURSE OF APPARTMENT UG2

 Where Happiness Once Lived... and Death Moved In

Tucked inside a quiet corner of the city stood a modest residential building — pale walls, iron gates, and just enough greenery to fool you into thinking peace lived there. It was the kind of place where laughter echoed through the stairwells, kids played cricket in the parking lot, and neighbors borrowed sugar without hesitation.

But that was before Apartment UG2 became something else. Before it became... haunted.

Sameer and Khushi Haidar moved into UG2 with their only son, Asher. Sameer was a joyful man, the kind who would smile at strangers and greet morning walkers like old friends. Khushi was his perfect match — gentle, poetic, and always humming an old Bollywood tune while cooking. Their love was real, enviable even. Some said too perfect.

Some said... it attracted the wrong kind of attention.

Whispers began with a strange visitor — a relative from Khushi’s side. No one saw her clearly, just a silhouette on the balcony at night, murmuring words in a language no one understood. After that, people spoke of an “evil eye” — jealous eyes that watched too long, stared too hard.

It started small. Flickering lights. Locked doors creaking open. Cold drafts in the middle of summer. But nothing concrete. Until the night Sameer Haidar screamed out, “I’m having a heart attack!” at 3:12 a.m.

He died before help arrived.

Khushi changed after that. Her songs stopped. She no longer cooked. She sat on the same chair by the window, whispering Sameer’s name, her eyes distant. A month later, she was found lifeless in that same chair — no wounds, no signs of poison. The doctors called it "deep depression." The neighbors called it a broken heart.

Only Asher was left.

The boy, once full of jokes and schoolboy energy, locked himself in his room. He didn’t eat. Didn’t speak. Days passed. Then weeks. His eyes became hollow, like he was seeing something no one else could. Some say he still lives there. Some say he died too. No one really knows.

But Apartment UG2 never stays empty.

Every time new tenants move in, they hear it.

A voice in the middle of the night — gasping:"I’m having a heart attack..."Followed by the faint, sorrowful sobs of a woman, crying out for her husband.

The security guard swears he once saw a boy standing at the window — pale, unmoving — even though no one had lived there for months.

So if you ever find yourself walking past that building...And you hear someone crying behind the door of UG2...Keep walking. Don’t look back.And whatever you do — don’t listen too closely.

Because some homes remember pain.And Apartment UG2... never forgets.