THE TAJ MAHAL GHOST

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Chapter 4 – The Room Erased From History

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Aaliya ran.

She did not stop until she reached the crowded hotel lobby.

Her heart pounded so hard it felt painful.

The woman in the elevator.

The black eyes.

The smile.

It was real.

It had to be.

Yet when she looked around, everyone seemed normal.

People laughed.

Children played.

Waiters carried food.

No one knew what was hiding inside the hotel.

That night, Aaliya decided to return.

Fear told her not to.

Curiosity forced her to.

At exactly 2:13 AM, she slipped out of Room 541.

The corridor was empty.

Strangely empty.

Even the lights seemed dimmer than before.

As she approached the hidden elevator, she noticed something terrifying.

The hotel corridor had changed.

The paintings on the walls were different.

The carpets looked older.

The air smelled of dust and seawater.

It was as if she had walked into another time.

Then—

DING.

The elevator doors opened.

No one was inside.

Aaliya stepped in.

The doors closed.

The elevator began moving upward.

Slowly.

Very slowly.

Then the display changed.

5...

4...

The elevator stopped.

The doors opened.

Aaliya froze.

The hallway beyond was impossible.

It looked like the hotel had existed decades ago.

Old lamps flickered.

Dust covered the floor.

The wallpaper was peeling.

And at the end of the corridor stood a door.

544

The numbers were scratched deeply into the wood.

As if someone had tried to remove them.

Aaliya approached carefully.

The temperature dropped.

Her breath became visible.

Then she heard crying.

A woman was crying inside the room.

Softly.

Endlessly.

Aaliya pushed the door open.

The room was dark.

Moonlight spilled through the window.

An old suitcase rested beside the bed.

A cracked mirror hung on the wall.

And on the desk sat a yellowed newspaper.

Aaliya picked it up.

The headline made her blood run cold.

WOMAN VANISHES INSIDE TAJ HOTEL – 1954

Below the headline was a photograph.

A young woman.

Wearing a white dress.

The same woman from the elevator.

The same woman haunting the hotel.

The article claimed she disappeared without a trace.

Her body was never found.

No suspect was identified.

The case was closed.

But before Aaliya could read more—

The room's door slammed shut.

BANG!

The lights went out.

Darkness swallowed everything.

Then she heard breathing.

Not one person.

Many people.

All around her.

Aaliya slowly turned.

Dozens of shadowy figures now stood inside the room.

Watching.

Silent.

Motionless.

Their faces were impossible to see.

Then every shadow pointed toward the mirror.

At the same time.

Aaliya looked.

The mirror showed something horrifying.

It did not reflect her.

Instead, it showed a woman trapped behind the glass.

The woman in white.

She was screaming.

Begging for help.

And behind her stood a tall shadow with glowing eyes.

A shadow that slowly turned its head toward Aaliya.

And smiled.

The mirror suddenly cracked from top to bottom.

The woman screamed.

The shadows vanished.

And written across the broken glass appeared three words:

"HE IS STILL HERE."

Then the room door unlocked by itself.

But from somewhere deep within the darkness...

A man laughed.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2OWc5qBUhW

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