The Ghost in Islamia College Karachi
Islamia College Karachi stood tall, its grand colonial architecture casting long shadows under the dim glow of the streetlights. By day, it was a hub of students and teachers, but by night, an eerie silence engulfed the campus. For decades, whispers of a ghost haunting the old building had circulated among students. Most dismissed it as superstition—until one fateful night.
Arif, a final-year student, had always laughed at the ghost stories.
He considered them mere myths, meant to scare the weak-hearted. But one night, he found himself alone in the college library, working on his thesis. The librarian had left early, and as the clock struck midnight, Arif realized he was the only one left in the vast, dimly lit hall.
Just as he gathered his books to leave, he heard it—a faint whisper. At first, he thought it was the wind, but then it came again, this time clearer. It was a woman’s voice, whispering something unintelligible. His skin prickled.
“Hello?” he called out, his voice barely above a whisper. No response.
Determined not to let fear get the best of him, Arif walked towards the exit.
But as he stepped out of the library, he felt something—a cold breath on his neck. He spun around, but no one was there. The hallway was empty, yet the air felt thick, suffocating.
As he hurried towards the main gate, the lights above him flickered violently. Then, a chilling scream echoed through the corridor. Arif froze. The sound came from the old science lab, a place long abandoned after a mysterious accident years ago.
Against his better judgment, he stepped towards the lab, his heart hammering. The door creaked as he pushed it open. The room was dark, the air stale. Suddenly, the temperature dropped. He could see his breath in the air.
Then, he saw it—a shadowy figure in the corner. It was a woman, draped in a white shroud, her face hidden. She slowly turned her head toward him, and Arif felt his blood run cold. Her face was hollow, her eyes empty sockets.
Arif stumbled back, but the door slammed shut behind him.
The ghost let out a horrifying wail, and the room shook. Desperate, he muttered prayers under his breath. The entity shrieked in agony and then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, it vanished. yes, i know that...
The door creaked open on its own. Without wasting a second, Arif bolted out of the college, not stopping until he reached home.
The next day, he told his friends, but no one believed him—until others began reporting the same chilling whispers and flickering lights. Islamia College’s ghost story was no longer just a rumor. It was real, and those who dared to stay after dark risked encountering the restless spirit that haunted its halls.
The Ghost in Islamia College Karachi
Islamia College Karachi stood tall, its grand colonial architecture casting long shadows under the dim glow of the streetlights.
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