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The Code

Assalam-o-Alaikum, dosto! Is naye series mein aap sabka swagat hai. Aaj ki kahani ka naam haiĀ  “The Code”. Ye ek chudail ki kahani hai. To agar aapko bhi daravani kahaniyaan, bhutiya kahaniyaan, ya horror stories in Hindi padhne ka shauk hai to is kahani ko pura zaroor padhen.

The Code | A Very Scary Story | Horror Tales | Urdu Horror Stories

Mainay code enforcement officer ki hesiyat say Winter Garden, Florida ke shehriyon mein kaam kiya hai. Aksar log naraz ho jatay hain jab aap unko batatay hain ke unki jaidad shehar ke maqool maayaron ko tor rahi hai. Main sirf is kaam ko chhaye mahinay say kar raha hoon, jabkay aksar shehri log mujh say zindagi say zyada arsay say yahan rehtay hain. Naturally, woh apni zameen ki tarif karte hain, aur main hamesha hamdardi ka role ada karta hoon. Aakhirkaar, shehar ka maqsad azaadi say itaat karana hai, aur koi bhi shakhs kisi say sawariyon par zor daar mutalbahat karnay ko pasand nahi karta, is liye main hamesha “meharbani say unko maarna” pasand karta hoon, jaisay ke main kehta hoon.

Hum sheher ke mashriqi hissay par khaas taur par halkay aamdani walay parivarion ka bojh kam kartay hain. Yahan par aik chand jaidadain hain jo ab tak shehar mein shaamil nahi hui hain. Hum aksar ziada tanazaat ko bardasht kartay hain, sirf unsaf buildings jaisay ke khufia mamlat aur shehri logon ki shikayaton ka jawab detay hain.

Chand haftay pehlay, jab main shehar ke mashriqi hissay mein Lincoln Terrace par car chala raha tha, to mujhe aik ghar nazar aaya. Mainay pehlay kabhi is khaas ghar ko nahi dekha tha, lekin woh wahan tha. Ek pheeki hui zard rangat jo saalon say dhoop aur barish ki wajah say rangat khota gaya tha. Shayad is nay kuch taufano ka samna bhi kiya ho. Jahan se rasta dikhane wale dono khirkiyan tori hui thin aur unke frame, gande se lakri ke darwazon se gir rahi thi.

Ye Story Bhi Dekhen : Khoon Ka Jadu

The Code | A Very Scary Story | Horror Tales | Urdu Horror Stories

Main nay socha, “Mainay isay pehlay kyun nahi dekha?” Mainay ghar ko tez nazar say dekha. Mainay shehar ke har mahalle mein apni nazar daali hai aur jo mainay socha ke sheher ke har tuthay dil wale gharon ko dekh liya hai, lekin main galat ho sakta hoon. Jab main mahalle mein car chala raha hota hoon, to aksar raste ke aik taraf par tawajjo denay ka rujhan hota hai, aur mashriqi hissay say main door rehta hoon, kyun ke hum aksar chand chezein bardasht kartay hain. Yeh aik cheez thi jis par mujhe jald az jald amal karna chahiye tha. Yeh ghar kisi bhi lamhay gir sakta hai.

Main nay apni sheher ki car mein peeli strobe lights on ki aur car ko park mein laga diya. Mainay center console say aik chota memo pad nikala, phir apnay glove box say tape measure nikala. Main nay car say tez swift andaz mein bahir nikla aur samnay ka darwaza karib gaya. Jab main neemaadid darwazay tak pohanchta gaya, to mainay ghaas ka measurement liya. “Chaubis inch…” Mainay khud se kaha jab main nay isay apnay memo pad mein likha. Mainay ghar ka pata bhi note kiya. “Das Aath Lincon Terrace…” Mainay ek aur dafa note kiya.

Main nay apna phone nikala aur ghar ki tasveer li. Ghar ko charon taraf say gande hui chain-link fence say ghera gaya tha aur kuch jagahain to rusted aur gir gayi thin. Main us khirki ke opening say dekh sakta tha, jahan pehlay dono khirkiyan thin, aur chhat gir chuki thi. Ab andar mein chhat mein bara hole tha jahan pe shingles aur insulation idhar udhar phaili hui thi.

Main nay front door par teen mazboot khat khatay, jantay howay ke koi jawab nahi dega. Humari rasmi siyasi thi ke hum kisi bhi jaidad par dakhil honay se pehlay malik ki razamandi hasil karein. Shehar ko dawa di gai thehri dakaalat ka ilzaam na lagna chahta tha, lekin mainay yeh mehsoos kiya ke mujhe samnay ka darwaza kholna chahiye.

“Main andar dekhna chahta hoon…” Mainay khud se kaha. Main nay chota brass doorknob pakra aur dhire se usay ghumaya. Jab main nay yeh kiya, to ek na gawar darr ka ahsas mujh par chha gaya. Main janta tha ke main jo kar raha hoon yeh siyasi qawaneen ke khilaf hai, lekin kuch mujhe keh raha tha ke main isay jari rakhna chahiye.

Ye Story Bhi Dekhen : Khoon Ka Jadu

The Code | A Very Scary Story | Horror Tales | Urdu Horror Stories

Main nay darwaza andar ki taraf daba diya aur foran aik bura budbu se mehsoos kiya. Kuch aisa tha jaise urine aur lohe ke chale ghar ke andar lage huay hain aur meri ankhon mein aansu aane lagay. Main nay akad karke aur moun se halki halki khaas halki banti hui hai, bharas ke bahao ko roknay ki koshish ki. Main nay apni safed cotton ke undershirt ko apni naak aur moun par rakh liya taake yeh budbu door rahe aur darwazay ke andar qadam rakha.

Achanak, mainay aik tez awaaz suni, jaise ke aik darwaza band ho raha hai, usay aik sakht mazboot surface par girnay ka awaaz sunai diya.

“Hello?” Mainay chilla kar kaha, apni aam dostana awaz mein sunnay walon ki tarah. “Mera naam Jon hai. Main sheher ke sath hoon…” Mainay ab bhi kisi mohlik surat-e-haal se bachnay ki koshish ki. Is budbu se mujhe kuch jawab nahi mila. “Hmm, shayad ghar ke kisi aur hissay ka girnay ka awaaz hai.” Mainay khud se kaha jab main nay girte huey ghar ki androoni taraf qadam barhaya. “Main yeh jald az jald khatam kar doon ga.”

Purane furniture yahan wahan par bikhra hua tha, kharab aur bigar gaya tha, jo pehle living room tha. Girayi hui chhat ki bach gayi jagah par thi. Har jagah ek patli si layer mein sanp rang ki fungus thi, mausam ki wajah se, aur yeh ek pheeli hui peeli roshni de rahi thi.

Phir, maine kuch suna. Main precisely nahi keh sakta tha ke yeh kahan se aa raha tha, aur yeh itna faint tha ke main samajh hi nahi pa raha tha ke yeh kya tha, lekin mujhe pata tha ke yeh awaz thi. Yeh almost ek sannata tha, lekin yeh tez hoti ja rahi thi. Ab main samajh sakta tha ke yeh kya keh rahi thi.

“Isabella…” awaz sannata mein keh rahi thi. Yeh door se aati thi, lekin wohi kareeb thi, aur wohi se har taraf se aa rahi thi. Ek pal ke liye toh aisa lag raha tha ke koi mere kaan mein kisi keh raha hai. Main ek jhatke ke sath palat gaya, apne aas paas nazar daudai. Koi nahi tha, lekin awaz wahi thi.

“Isabella…” Yeh ek aurat ki awaz thi, ek budhi aurat ki awaz thi jiske gale mein dhuwanedar awaz thi. Yeh baar baar dohra rahi thi, khwahish se, jaise kisi ko bulaya ja raha ho.

Har bar awaz tez hoti gayi. “Isabella… Isabella…” Ab yeh awaz itni tez ho gayi thi ke mujhe confused karne lagi. “Isabella!” Awaz toh gussay se cheekh di, phir sab kuch khamosh ho gaya. Achanak, deewarain tez se hilne lagi. Plaster aur insulation mere aas paas gir gaye aur uss waqt mujhe yeh pata chala ke mujhe nikalna hoga. Ghar girne wala tha.

Ye Story Bhi Dekhen : Khoon Ka Jadu

The Code | A Very Scary Story | Horror Tales | Urdu Horror Stories

Maine apna raasta samjha, jitna mujhe ho saka, aur jaise jaise meri taangen chal sakti thi, maine front door se bahar bhaag kar car mein chadh gaya aur darwaza band kar diya. Main relief ki saans li. Bahar se dekhte waqt, ghar waisa hi tha jaisa ke maine waha rukte waqt dekha tha. Jhatke ruk gaye the aur ghar girne wale tha iske alawa koi saboot nahi tha, sirf uski tuta hua halat thi.

“Yeh kya tha?” Maine apne aap se kaha, abhi bhi apni saans pakadne ki koshish kar raha tha. “Isabella kaun hai? Woh awaz kahan se aa rahi thi? Aur woh hilna…” Mere paas bohot saare sawaal the, lekin main kisi se nahi pooch sakta tha. Koi nahi jaan sakta ke main waha tha, warna meri naukri chali jayegi aur shayad mujhpe kanooni karyawahi ho sakti hai.

Acha hai, main isko apne aap mein hi rakh lun. Main nahi chahta ke koi pata laga le ke maine shehar ki policies ke khilaf ja kar kiya tha ya phir woh soche ke main pagal hoon. Maine socha jab tak haftewar ki meeting nahi ho jati, tab tak main apne boss, Steve, ko tasveer dikhaoonga aur woh mujhe condemnation process shuru karne ko kahega.

Maine apne cellphone ko apne breast pocket se nikala aur photos app khola, ummid thi ke photo mein kuch dikh jaye ga jo maine ghar mein dakhil hone se pehle li thi. Mujhe hairat hui jab photo mein ek bilkul normal ghar dikha, stucco exterior aur chamakdar, chamakdar windows ke saath. Gir gayi thi fence khada tha, jiska koi bhi zang ya dikhne wala nashun nahi tha. Lawn khoobsurat tarah se mow ki gayi thi aur koi bhi violation ka koi saboot nahi tha.

“Kya?” Maine apni sanity par shaq karte hue kaha. “Nahi, yeh sahi nahi hai. Koi tareeqa nahi… Main ne apni aankhon se dekha tha ghar gir raha tha, junglon se bhara hua tha…” Main nahi samajh sakta tha ke aisa kya ho sakta hai, lekin mujhe pata tha ke main agli din wapas ja kar investigation karna hoga.

Us raat, mere khwabon mein ek sir wala aurat ki sihlaut aayi, jo mere taraf lambi aur kamzor ungliyon se ishara kar rahi thi aur woh raspy awaz mein keh rahi thi jo mujhe itni pehchani si lag rahi thi, “Isabella…”

Main apni biwi, Catherine, ki baahon mein jaga hua tha, jo mujhe zor se hila rahi thi mujhe jagaane ki koshish kar rahi thi. Usne kaha ke main hil raha tha aur kuch apne daanton mein kuch keh raha tha. Maine use bataya ke yeh bas ek bhayanak khwab tha aur maafi maangi ke maine use jagaya. Mujhe abhi bhi sahi samajhne mein dikkat ho rahi thi, aur main nahi chahta tha ke woh ismein shaamil ho aur uski suraksha ko khatre mein daalun agar mujhe aisa karna na pade. Usne mujhe samjhaya aur phir se so gayi. Main lagtaar ghoomta aur palatata raha jo aisa lag raha tha jaise ghante bhar tak nahi so sakta tha.

Maine agle subah uth kar dheere-dheere tayyar hone ke baad, apne bistar ke neeche se teentees caliber ka bandook nikala aur ise apne daayein taang par chhote se chhupaye hue holster mein bandh liya. Maine apne storage closet se bhi ek painter’s mask uthaya, umeed thi ki yeh shayad us afsosnak ghar mein lautne par woh buri boo ko chhupata karde.

Main kaam par pahuncha, apne aksar ke “subah bakhair” diye aur boss ko kaha ki main patrol par ja raha hoon. Maine ghar ke samne gaadi roki. Sirf iska nazara mujhe kaanpne laga. Main apni gaadi mein baitha, ghar ko dekhta raha. Main yeh samjhne ki koshish kar raha tha ki main bilkul kya karunga. Phir, ek khayal aya. Ek aur tasveer le loon, socha maine.

Ye Story Bhi Dekhen : Khoon Ka Jadu

The Code | A Very Scary Story | Horror Tales | Urdu Horror Stories

Maine apne cell phone ko apni aam jagah se nikala, jo mere seenay ke pocket mein hota hai, aur camera ko khola. Apne cell phone screen par camera se dekhte hue, ghar real life mein jaisa lag raha tha. Yeh murjha hua banawat ka ghar khada tha, jaise ki kabhi bhi gir sakta ho. Maine jaldi se ek tasveer li aur turant check ki. Tasveer mein ghar bilkul perfect tha, ek bhi nakhar nazar nahi aaya. Tasveer asal estate website par ho sakti thi.

Maine phone ko neeche kiya aur apne aankhon ko ghar par laya, seedha girne wale khidki par dekhte hue. Maine dekha ek saya khidki par se guzarta hua. Yeh mujhe batane ke liye kafi tha ki mujhe andar jana hoga. Maine apne center console se painter’s mask nikala aur apni gaadi se utarte waqt apni peeli strobe lights ko on kiya.

Jab main front door par pahuncha, maine teen mazboot dastak di. Itni mazboot ke har dharkan ke saath maine darwaza hilta mehsoos kiya. Kisi ne jawab nahi diya. Maine apni painter’s mask apne chehre par laga li, yakeenan sab kinaray mazboot the, aur dhire-dhire front door ko khola. Jab maine kadam rakha andar, to mere chehre par ek garam, gila hawa chali, lekin koi boo nahi thi. Mask badbu ko kamyab taur par dafan kar raha tha.

Yeh nahi jante the ki mujhe kitni der hai jab tak mujhe dobara “Isabella” ke episode na ho jaye, isliye maine rubble ki choti choti pilein chhanne laga, ek saaf rasta dhoondhne ki koshish kar raha tha. Maine ek saaf jagah notice ki jo living room ke aspaas ghumti thi aur ant mein fork ho jati thi. Bayein taraf ghar ke peeche ki taraf ja rahi thi, ek hallway ki taraf jo main puri tarah se nahi dekh sakta tha, aur daayein taraf ek khula kitchen mein thi, jahan main ek kala, lohe ka bartan par ubalti hui kuch dekh sakta tha.

Maine bartan par ubalti hui yakhni ke qareeb ja kar dekha, purane tukde tukde sheeshe aur kharab 2×4 ke tukde se guzar kar. Maine ek adhi divar par sir jhukaya jab maine dekha ek dining room table tha jo abhi tak barabar tha. Table par notes aur pages bikhre the, sab mein shapes aur symbols the jo purane runic akhron ke tarah lag rahe the. Yeh kya hai? Maine socha. Jadu? Main jadu ke bare mein jitna hi janta tha, mujhe maloom tha ki yeh kuch aisa hai jo main shamil nahi hona chahta.

Rasta kitchen ke baad dead end par pahuncha, isliye maine palat kar living room mein laut kar gaya. Mainne debris se bhara hua hallway ke raste ka anusaaran kiya, jaise kisi post-apocalyptic film ke scene mein. Maine apne daayein taraf ek darwaza dekha. Woh halki si khuli hui thi, aur main andar movement dekh sakta tha. Jab maine darwaza khola, to woh jo maine dekha, main kabhi nahi bhoolunga.

Ye Story Bhi Dekhen : Khoon Ka Jadu

The Code | A Very Scary Story | Horror Tales | Urdu Horror Stories

Aik siya figure mere samne khadi thi. Woh ek aurat lagti thi, lekin uski sarhad sepat thi aur ek moti, siya tar-like cheez uske kaata hua gardan se beh rahi thi! Usne jaldi se mudi aur ek choti, dubli aurat ka khatarnaak figure dikhaya, jiska pale grey rang uske haddiyon ke upar tight kiya hua tha. Anokhe lambi, haddiyon se bhari ungliyan, jin mein kala, rukhe nakhun the, uske daayein haath mein kuch tightly pakadti thi. Yeh uska sar tha, jaise ki football ki tarah god mein liya hua tha! Uske honth hil rahe the aur woh ek bohot hi pehchanayi si baat keh raha tha… “Isabella…” Uski moti, kharab awaaz meri kanon mein gunj rahi thi.

Mujhe darr se aik karib girne ka sausool tha, lekin mein harkat nahi kar sakta tha, jaise koi invisble taqat mujhe jagah par rok rahi thi. Beparwah, mein wahin khara raha. Jab usne apne asalay insan se lamba ungli mujh par uthai aur dheere se mere taraf chalne lagi aur kehne lagi, “Isabella… Isabella… Isabella…” Achank, usne apni ungli neeche ki aur apne darmiyan hath se apne seene ko pakra, jaise usko dil ka dora aa raha ho.

Usne gehra dard mehsoos kiya aur tez bukhar ki zor daar awaz mein khaansi aayi, aur apni ghutne par gir gayi, lekin phir bhi usne apna sar apne dahini bazu mein pakra. Mujhe us asar se chhutti mehsoos hui aur mein thodi der ke liye larkaraya phir apna santulan dobara hasil kiya.

Puray dar aur adrenaline ne mujhe shakti di, mein ne yaad kiya ke mere paas mere ankl par wali bandook hai. Mein jaldi se neeche jhuka aur usko pakra. Jaldi se bandook ko murda churhane par rakh kar maine us aurat ke taraf ishara kiya jo murda tha. Lekin phir mujhe wohi taqat mehsoos hui. Woh phir khari thi aur mere taraf ungli karke wohi naam keh rahi thi. Lekin is dafa woh taqat alag thi, itni zyada tight nahi thi.

The Code

Maine sakht mehnat ki, bandook ki goli par trigger daba kar aur apne jism par qaboo hasil karne ki koshish ki. Tez dard mere jism mein phaila aur mujhe shadeed sar dard hua. Woh dheere se mere taraf chalne lagi, ungli uthate hue aur “Isabella…” kehte hue. Shayad woh mere pass sirf kuch inch ki duri par thi jab mujhe apni ungli index finger ko trigger par girte hue mehsoos kiya aur ek tez awaz aayi.

Witch ruk gayi, aur woh shocked dikhayi di, usne apna hath neeche kiya. Uske seenay mein se kali chiz behne lagi jab woh apne ghutne par gir gayi. Usne aik be-insani cheekh maari aur mujhe asar se riha kiya. Waqt barbad na karte hue, maine jaldi se aur aik goli fire ki aur woh gir gayi. Uske sir uske bazu se gir kar aik clean shot dikhaya uske dahini aankh par.

Mujhe is baare mein kuch pata nahi tha, main ne palat kar bhaga jitna tezi se kar sakta tha. Kya maine abhi woh aurat ko mar diya? Mein ne socha jab mein ghar se nikla. Kya woh insaan thi ya kuch zombie-witch thi? Main ne jaldi se apni car ki darwaza khol kar usmein jump kiya. Mein ne thoda sa intezaar kiya, apni saans phir se pakar kar aur apna raasta dhundne mein madad ki. Main ne dekha ke kya koi bahar tha jo shayad suna ho jo hua, lekin kisi ko nahi dikha.

Ye Story Bhi Dekhen : Khoon Ka Jadu

The Code | A Very Scary Story | Horror Tales | Urdu Horror Stories

Mujhe abhi bhi ajeeb si feeling thi, is be-tasali par bojh tha. Kya yeh puri tarah se khatam ho gaya tha, ya woh horrific witch wapas aayegi? Phir mujhe yaad aaya. Tasveer, shayad yeh koi jadoo ya kuch aur cheez ho sakti hai. Main ne jaldi se apna phone apni jeb se nikala aur aik tasveer li. Woh wahin thi, woh bigadti hui aur tuthne wali structure, bilkul waisi hi thi jaisi asal mein thi. Mujhe aik lehar-e-nafaas aayi aur maine apna phone neeche kiya.

Yeh ab teen haftay hogaye hain, us waqiyat ke baad. Apni biwi ko is ke bare mein batane ke baad, hum dono ne ikhtiyarat kar ke do hafton ke liye Key West jaane ka faisla kiya. Hum ne socha ke yeh hamare liye acha hoga ke hum dooor chale jaayein aur apni zehen ko dobara set kar lein. Ab main kaam par wapis hoon aur pehle dinon mein maine shahr ke mashriqi hissay se duri banaye rakhi. Lekin farz banta hai aur main us hissay par ruk nahi sakta tha.

Kal main woh shaitani ghar ke paas se guzar raha tha aur mujhe notice hua ke ek construction crew ka jhund wahaan tha, jin mein kuch mazboot larkay the jo aik excavator kiraye par liye the. Woh ghar ko demolish kar rahe the. Carport pehle hi toot chuka tha aur metal ke tukray udhar ke badgeer front yard mein bikhre the. Main ne apna laptop khol kar permit software mein login kiya. Demolitions ke liye humare shehar mein aik permit ki zaroorat hoti hai, lekin mein ne file mein koi permit nahi dekhi. Main wahin baitha raha, sochta hua ke main kya karun.

Main ne car ko drive mein daala aur dheere se kaam par se dur chala gaya.

Khatam!!

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