Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Valentine’s Day Departure Strange Knocks, Dark Rituals, and a Haunted Flat in Ulve, Mumbai #64

Episode Date: September 5, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #hauntedplaces #darkrituals #supernatural #Mumbaihaunted #paranormalactivity  On Valentine’s Day, what began as a normal evening turned into a nightmare of strange knocks, eerie rituals, and a haunting presence in a flat in Ulve, Mumbai. This chilling story uncovers dark supernatural forces lurking beneath everyday life, blurring the lines between reality and terror in a city that never sleeps.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, hauntedplaces, darkrituals, paranormalactivity, supernaturalhorror, eerieencounters, Mumbaihaunted, hauntedflat, valentinesdayhorror, mysticsigns, shadowpresence, chillingvibes, darkforces, ritualhorror, urbanlegend

So here's the deal, my cousin moved into this new apartment back in January 2023, and let me tell you, things went downhill real fast. He only lasted there until Valentine's Day, and you'll see why. Was it love gone sour? Or was it something else, like some very unwelcome knocking on his door? Let me back up and give you the full picture. My cousin's a smart dude. He landed this sweet gig at a big IT company in Mumbai, big money, big future, all that jazz. With his salary, he could have easily gotten himself one of those fancy glasswalled flats in the city center with a view of the skyline.

But nope. He's a practical guy, you know. Instead, he decided to save a chunk of cash and invest in Owe, this quieter area on the outskirts of Mumbai. There's this big airport project coming up there. and he figured the property value would shoot through the roof in a few years. Classic long-game investor move. So he moved into this place on January 1st. New Year, New House, New Chapter, all that good stuff. We were all pretty hyped for him. My cousins and I pitched in to help him set up.

Furniture, kitchen stuff, Wi-Fi, basically everything to turn the flat into a bachelor pad because let's face it, his place was going to be our weekend hangout too. And man, the house was gorgeous. It was way too big for just him, but he had plans. He said, soon I'm going to find my girl, and then it won't feel so empty. Classic cousin, already dreaming about turning it into a love nest. By the second week of January, the place looked like he'd been living there for years. Cozy, lived in, all set. But here's Here's the weird part, the building itself was kind of empty. Each floor only had two flats, and no one

lived next door to him. Literally nobody. The other flat was fully furnished, with a shiny nameplate and everything, but no lights, no sounds, nothing. It gave off this weird vibe, like one of those houses in horror movies where the curtains never move. Meanwhile, his flat didn't even have a nameplate. Just a cardboard box outside that doubled as a makeshift shoe rack. Compared to the neat, polished door next door, his look like it was the ghost flat. At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. But then, about ten days in, he started calling me at random hours. Hey, bro, can I crash at your place tonight? He asked one Thursday. I live on the other side of the city, so I was like, dude, why would you come all the way?

away here. Just stay at your own place. I don't feel like going back there right now, he said in this weird tone. Ha. Okay. Odd, but I didn't push. Maybe he was just lonely or whatever. A week later, he called again. This time he didn't just call me, he hit up all the cousins. Yo, can I come stay with you guys? That's when my alarm started ringing. What's going on with him? Why is he so desperate to avoid his own flat? We asked him straight up if he was okay, and his reply was even weirder. I'll tell you guys later. Just come over tonight, so we all piled into cars and headed out there.

Took us an hour, but we got there. And as soon as we started climbing the stairs to his floor, this smell hit us. It was nasty. Like someone hadn't flushed in days. bro, what the hell is that stench? I asked, covering my nose. Oh, that? It's been like that for a few days.

I complained to the builder. They said they'd sort it out. We didn't love that answer, but whatever. We got inside, and my cousin looked, tense. Like he'd finally relaxed a bit since we came over, but there was still something off in his eyes. Finally, we cornered him. What's going on, man?

Why don't you want to stay here? He hesitated. Then he said, if I tell you guys, you won't believe me. That's when I knew, this wasn't about some ex-girlfriend drama. Something creepy was up. That night was when it got real. Around midnight, there was a knock at the door. A loud, deliberate knock.

We all froze. Who the hell is that at this hour? One of my cousins whispered. We opened the door. No one. The hallway was empty. Maybe someone's messing with you, I said. Like some kid in the building, but there weren't any kids in the building.

We checked the fire exit and even peeked down the stairs. Nothing. At 1 a.m., it happened again. Knock. Knock. This time we opened the door instantly. Still no one there. Okay, that's creepy as hell, another cousin muttered.

We decided to keep the door open, thinking maybe we'd catch whoever it was. At 2 a.m., there was another knock. Except this time, the door was already open. It sounded like someone wrapped their knuckles right on the open door. That's when we all started freaking out. At 3 a.m., another knock. Then silence. No more knocks after that.

The next morning, we decided enough was enough. We weren't leaving him alone in that flat. We called a priest, a botchi, to come over and do a basic puja, prayer ritual. We didn't tell him why. Didn't want to freak him out. The priest didn't say anything weird either. He just did his thing and left. That night?

Same damn knocking. We tried everything, incense, holy water, you name it. Nothing worked. A few days later, I was the only one staying with my cousin during the day. Everyone else had gone back to work. Around noon, I heard voices outside. Women chatting and laughing, going up and down the stairs. I poked my head out. Finally. Some signs of life in this building. There were a group of women, maybe neighbors. I asked them casually if they'd noticed anything strange, like kids pranking people, or any ghost stories about the building. They laughed at me. Ghosts. Seriously, but one woman didn't laugh. She was older, maybe in her 40s, and she gave me this

look like she knew something. Later, when the others left, she lingered behind. I can help you, she said softly. What do you mean? I asked. I know some tantras, she said. Rituals. If there's something bad in that flat, I can take care of it. I didn't even hesitate. Please. Whatever it takes. She came over that night with a bag of stuff, red powder, incense sticks, flowers, and,

a Tupperware box. What's in there? I asked. Don't ask, she said. Okay. Noted. At midnight, she started chanting. She sprinkled the red powder, lit the incense, and placed the flowers around the house.

The smell of the incense filled the flat, masking that awful stench. At 1 a.m., she stopped chanting. We all held our breath, waiting for the knock. Nothing. At 2 a.m., still nothing. At 3 a.m., silence. It worked. The next day was Valentine's Day.

My cousin said he was done with that place. We packed up his stuff, locked the door, and left. He never went back. The end.