Once upon a time there was a remote village of Darpanpur, nestled deep in the hills, there stood an ancient house no one dared to enter. Locals whispered about it in hushed voices, calling it the “Whispering House.” The house had been abandoned for decades, its windows like empty eyes, its doors forever creaking even when there was no wind.No one knew who built the house, but everyone knew the stories—of people who went in and never returned, of strange lights at midnight, and of soft whispers that could drive one mad.One chilly autumn evening, five friends—Rina, Suman, Prakash, Bijay,