Horror Story 1: The Haunted BPO Office in Gurgaon

There’s something eerie about the Cyber City of Gurgaon at night. By day, it’s buzzing with life—call centers, tech hubs, cafes. But by night, the buildings loom like silent giants, their lights flickering as if they’re alive. And in one particular building, **Tower 13**, people whispered stories. I never believed in ghosts until I took the night shift at **Tech Solutions**, a BPO in Tower 13. As a Team Lead, I was used to managing late-night shifts, calming irate clients, and boosting my team’s morale. But this night? It was anything but ordinary. It started with the **disappearing coffee cups**. You’d make yourself a cup, turn around for a second, and it’d vanish. Then came the **whispers**—indistinct murmurs in the break room even when it was empty. “Just tricks of the mind,” I told myself. But then, Ravi, one of my team members, burst into the main office looking pale as chalk. “Bhai… there’s someone in the server room,” he stammered. We checked the cameras. Sure enough, there was a **figure dressed in white**, walking around aimlessly in the server room. But here’s the twist: the **building was locked**, and our ID access logs showed no one entered the room. “Let’s check it out,” I said, trying to sound braver than I felt. Ravi and I grabbed a cricket bat (because, of course, Indian solutions to everything) and headed for the server room. The corridor leading there felt **colder than usual**, the fluorescent lights flickering ominously. When we opened the door, the room was empty—but not entirely. A foul stench hit us, and the air felt… heavy. I turned on my flashlight, scanning the room, when suddenly, the door slammed shut behind us. Ravi screamed. “What the hell, man?!” Before I could reply, the lights in the room started flickering violently, and a **shadowy figure materialized** in front of us. It was a woman with hollow eyes, her face twisted in rage. “LEAVE THIS PLACE!” she shrieked, her voice echoing unnaturally. Ravi fainted. Great. I’m not exactly a fighter, but adrenaline makes you do crazy things. I swung the cricket bat, but it passed right through her. She laughed, a chilling sound that made my skin crawl. “You think you can fight me?” she sneered. I noticed something. Every time she moved closer to the servers, the temperature dropped further, and the systems started glitching. Whatever this ghost wanted, it was tied to the servers. Then I remembered the old chaiwala’s story. He once mentioned that **Tower 13 was built over a graveyard** and that a young woman had died there under mysterious circumstances. Could it be her? I had no plan, but I started talking. “Who are you? What do you want?” The ghost paused, her anger flickering for a moment. “They took everything from me… my life, my peace. This place is cursed.” Piece by piece, I got her story. She was **Aarti**, a software engineer who had worked in the same building years ago. She had been wrongfully fired and later died in a car accident near the office. Her soul, she claimed, was tied to the servers where she had spent countless nights working. I needed to end this. But how? Then it hit me: **the servers.** If her spirit was connected to them, maybe shutting them down could sever the tie. I called for backup. The remaining team rushed to the control room. Meanwhile, I stayed in the server room, stalling the ghost as she grew more aggressive. “Do you think killing us will bring you peace?” I shouted. “Silence!” she roared, her shadow form growing larger. Finally, the servers powered down. The room plunged into silence. The ghost let out a terrible scream, her form starting to fade. “You… have freed me,” she whispered before disappearing into a wisp of light. When the lights came back on, the air felt lighter, the room warmer. Ravi woke up, groaning, “What happened?” “Just another night at the office,” I said, laughing nervously. The next day, I filed a resignation. No way was I staying in that building. But before I left, I made sure to light a diya and say a prayer for Aarti. Now, whenever I pass Tower 13, I wonder if she’s truly at peace—or if she’s still watching over the servers, waiting for someone to listen to her story. **TL;DR**: Took a night shift at a BPO in Gurgaon’s infamous Tower 13, only to encounter a ghost haunting the server room. Turns out, she was a wronged employee tied to the servers. After shutting them down, her spirit was freed. Resigned the next day. 👻 I thought the sub was filled with some genuine posts but had to have some fun posts as well, apart from the usual sizzle dazzle. Let me know if I should continue posting these from different genres and instances. This is completely imaginary though not based on any real instance.