The Curse of India's Most Haunted Fort

Rahul and Omar had been friends since they were five years old. Now it was their last summer together before they went to different universities, so they needed one last epic adventure together, one that they would remember for a long time. They decided to travel to Rajasthan, a rural town full of ghost stories, at least that's what they had heard, but they didn't believe any of it. The pair arrived and stood at the entrance of an old fort. There was a sign there that read no entry after sunset. They found a security guard and bribed their way in. It was eleven pm. The security guard told them go in carefully. Death lurks surround at every step. They went through the gates and noticed an immediate change in temperature. It was a lot colder inside the fort. There was a strong smell as he walked around the inside. It smelt like some rodent had died and was never cleaned up. Lamar got his camera out and kept exploring. He then noticed something on the camera, lets like a shadow that had passed behind them. He told Raoul to turn around, but there was nothing there. They were about to continue their walk when they heard the sounds of chains rattling it was coming from a room behind them. They went in to look for the source of the sound, but as they stepped inside the room, the door slammed behind them. Amar yelled that they should leave now, but Raoul was not having it. That was probably the wind, he said, But then the door opened and closed again. That's when they realized that it could not have been the wind. They needed to leave, and so they ran out of the room, but after a minute, Amar was the first to admit it. They were lost. They started arguing about what way to go, but the argument was interrupted, Get out of here. Leave. The voice they heard belonged to a woman. They looked at each other and ran again. The sound of rattling chains was getting closer. They kept running, but the exit was nowhere in sight. Tamar and Raoul ran into another room and shut the door. Maybe they could just hide there, at least until the chains were gone. They were hungry and tired, maybe even going crazy. That's when Amar suggested they just sit and wait until morning time. By then the security guard might come back with them. He leaned on the wall and slid to sit down. Raoul was about to join him when the door behind him flew open. Something pulled Rahul into the dark hallway. The door slammed shut. Amar heard a woman scream, but then passed out. He woke up in an ambulance. Raoul was next to him. His eyes were bloodshot and his nose was stained with blood. He was dead. Amar looked at his friend. He couldn't believe it. He didn't understand what had happened. An officer interrupted a Mar's thoughts and asked, what were you even doing there? No one is allowed at Bondgar Fort after sunset. My name is Edwin and here's a horror story. Grand palaces and castles were once abundant in the green mountain hills of Rajasthan, India. Some of them still stand and others are just remnants of what they used to be. On the outskirts of Rajasthan, you can find the skeletal remains of a once magnificent fort. The palace is surrounded by trees and a stream that leads to a pond. It's beautiful and one of the most visited places in Rajasthan. But once the sun sets, this busy palace is completely empty. It's the only place in India that is forbidden to enter after dark. Tourists and locals. No one is allowed to enter once the sun sets. This rule is enforced by the government, but those who dare enter after dark might never come back out. The journey to this abandoned fort can take a while. The nearest major city is Delhi and that's over one hundred and forty two miles away. It is at the foot of the Ravalli Hills, surrounded by jungle. At the entrance, there's a sign no entry allowed between SunFall and sun rise. Every night the gate is locked and security guards march around the perimeter. The fort is just too dangerous. The structure is not safe and it's said that tigers roam inside. But there is a way in now. I strongly advise against doing this. But from what we found, you just have to follow a long stream from miles back. It leads to a hole in the perimeter of the fort and if you enter through here, the first thing you see is the palace. This palace once belonged to a king. It was built in the seventeenth century by General Rajah Bogwant Singh for his son Modo sing One of General Bogwan's son Man Sayingh, grew up to be a famous leader and commander, but he wanted both of his sons to live in glory. This is when he had the majestic palace constructed for his son Motto and the future Bogwont Men. The Arawali foot hill was the perfect place for this new palace. No one lived here in the area was beautiful. As construction progressed, General Rajah learned that he was wrong. This piece of land was not empty. A man named the Guru Balu Nath lived in a hut at the top of the hill. This person was a sorcerer. He had no attachment or material belongings, only his magic and meditation. Luckily for General Bogwant, Guru Balu respected him and they made a deal that would allow him to build this fort. There was one condition though. The real palace could not cast a single shadow on Ballu Nath's hut. It cannot be taller than the hill, and the moment a shadow from the palace touched his hut, the downfall of the fort would begin. Moto Singh respected Balunath's wishes, and so did Moto's son Shatrasing. The line of Bagwant followed this one condition. That was until Ajab Singh Hatra son wanted to make his mark and add something of his own to the palace. Ballunath was long dead and there was nothing he could do, and so he added tall, glorious columns that cast shadows on Ballo knots old Hut. He laughed as he admired the columns. Superstitions may have stopped his father and grandfather, but not him. But soon after the columns went up, things started to go wrong. Something as deep as a foundation of the mighties fort was wrong. Ajab was singing, roaming the halls, talking to himself. He grew paranoid. His people began to worry that he was not a fit ruler, and his paranoia grew. While he was pacing the halls back and forth talking to himself, a ceiling above him fell. Ajab almost died. More destruction than followed. Different ceilings in parts of the fort were falling, and even one of his columns. Everything was falling apart. The curse was real. Ajab fled and abandoned his people, leaving them to deal with curse. When he fled, his sister rat Navetti was left in charge of the crumbling city within the fort. The people respected her more than they ever did Ajab. They blamed him for the curse, but they revered Ratnavati. They believed she could save Bangar. She just needed her king, but she could not do it alone. Suitors from all over were seeking her hand in marriage, but she turned them all down. She was still searching for her true love. Among those many suitors was a man named Singh Sebda. He was a sorcerer and he happened to live in Balloon Knots former house on the hill. From there, Singh could see all of Bankar. He would sit up there and dream of marrying the Princess Ratnavati. Although he was in love with her, she had no idea that he existed. But he should have known. He wasn't a serious contender for her hand, and yet he was still hopeful. From his house, he could see as she walked through Banker and talk to the locals. Every temple she visited, in every bazaar she stopped at, he knew. That's how he knew that Ratnavati loved perfume. She would sometimes send her maid to pick up perfume that she really liked, knowing that she would be stopping by for her next perfume, Singh Sebda placed a spell in the perfume. He thought she would pick. He was going to force her to love him. He was right. The maid picked up the perfume with a spell on it, but Ratanavati noticed something was wrong with the perfume. She held it, and the liquid inside seemed to be alive. There was an eerie silence. There were no birds, no monkeys, and nothing near her. Then the leaves in front of her rustle. Then Singing appeared out of nowhere. He thought she had used the perfume and she was his now and so he opened his arms in an attempt to embrace her, and she realized that he was the one behind the cursed perfume bottle. She raised her arm and threw it at a boulder above Singh. Whatever was in that bottle was so powerful that it caused a boulder to come down and crush sing He was dying, and his last act before he died was to curse Ratnavati, her family, Bonger and all those who lived inside its walls. The Sinh clan and this fort will never know rebirth, only death. Again and again, there would never know reincarnation, only death, everything seemed fine for a year. Fratnavati had even put the curse aside. Maybe Bonger for it would be okay, just maybe they would prosper. But she was wrong. She didn't know. But after her brother Ajub fled Boer fort it was all he thought about. He was furious he had to give it up. The thought of his sister ruling his former palace angered him. He had set his own fortress a few miles away, and for some reason he decided to descend upon Bonker and destroy it. So he started a war between Abba, Jogbar and Bangar. Before he arrived, half of the population fled, but seven thousand remained. By the time the fighting was over, Ajub was dead and so was everyone else. Their souls trapped there forever, and these are the souls that are said to still haunt the walls within Bonger. The once mighty fortress was in ruins. It was one seven stories tall, and now the tallest structure in Bonders stood at four feet. The various temples, towers, the jail, the palace, the dancing courts, they were all partially destroyed because it was abandoned and in ruins. Animals took over monkeys, birds, tigers, and panthers roamed within the fort. Inside the walls, branches shake, leaves, rustle. The monkeys sound like some kind of disembodied voice, not to mention the growing tigers and panthers. A lot of the paranormal stories can be explained with this, but there's still so much more that still remains a mystery. Around the ruins of Bangar Fort. There are still about a thousand villagers who live there. They tell curious tourists the same thing. Don't enter past sunset. It's full of death. The land is cursed. At night, the sounds of shaking bangles can be heard. To the untrained ear. It sounds like a rattling chain, but that's not what the sound is. The soul of the answers that once performed for the king are trapped. Even though they have no more audience, The rattling bracelets can still be heard. There's also music inside of the walls, as if the last royal party was still going on. The one thousand villagers that live around Bon Guard never set foot inside after dark, but they are happy to point foreigners in the right direction. And I'll share with you some of their experiences coming upright after this stay with me. In nineteen ninety, Mussume Bargov was nine years old. He lived in the al War district and had always heard of Bonker Fort. It was part of the Alwar municipality, but most people avoided it because of all the stories. He told his father he wanted to go, and that next weekend they arrived at the famous fort. As he rushed to the gates, they passed by an old man talking to himself. They ignored him and continued to rush to the entrance of the fort, but they were too late. The sun was about to set and the guards were not letting anyone else in. But they had traveled all this way, how could they not go inside. So they walked around the perimeter, trying to find a way in, And as he walked, they heard footsteps behind them. There was that same man from earlier. He was following them. He was older, with stained, old clothes and no shoes. He motioned for them to get closer. He was trying to tell them the real story of Bonger. The boy froze and plays, but the father pulled him closer. The man yelled to them, there are many ways into the fort and for the right price, I will take you in. There was a sinister smile on his face. Fear overtook Mussum's father. He picked mussoum up and ran. His father kept running, but Musum decided to look back and check if they were still being followed, but the man was gone to have vanished into thin air. In twenty sixteen, Monica Singh and two of her friends decided to visit the fort. They got there before sunset and were able to go inside. Their plan was to hide inside and come out once the gates were closed. They wanted to see if the stories were true. It was a fort actually haunted, and the plan worked. They hid and came out at eight thirty pm. The fort felt different now. No one else was around and it was quiet except for the sounds of animals, and it was a lot colder. There was something frightening about the air inside. They walked around for a while and at midnight they decided to leave. It was a lot colder now and something felt wrong. The air that surrounded the three friends felt heavier. When the group of friends got to the main gate, they heard a woman scream from somewhere inside the fort. They looked at each other and started running. They didn't get f when a wall crumbled right in front of them. He could have crushed them to death. They ran again and this time passed the gate, this time without looking back. The formonicun her two friends tried spending the night at the fort. A different group of friends actually managed to do it, but they have regretted it ever since. They were five friends in their early twenties and for some reason they all felt drawn to the fort. They were looking for something to do, and like everyone else they knew the stories. They wanted to see for themselves, to experience it or prove that the stories were all lies. They left Gergon at noon and got to Bonder at six pm. The fort was about to close, and they bribed the gatekeeper with a lot of money and food. He let them stay in one of the rooms above the temple, and once he was done with his rounds, he joined the five men in the room. He told them stories about the fort, but not the stories at all, the two tis goods about Princess Rashnavati, her brother and the curse. No, he told them about the things he had seen at the fort. Sometimes at night they could hear somebody asking him to open the gates. This thing spoke in his wife's voice, and it went on until dawn. Other times he could hear his mother calling from the gates. She cried for water, yelling that she was so thirsty. His mother had died over ten years ago. The five friends listened to his tales of horror, but he told them they were safe as long as they stayed within the temple. The guard then got drunk and passed out. They decided to leave the sanctuary of the room and venture into the grounds of the fort, but they didn't get very far. They were too scared. They found a different room and decided to wait there until morning. But at twelve forty five, they heard loud tapping, like someone was hitting their car. They looked through a window, but no one was there. They shouted for help, but it was useless. They were the only ones there aside from the drunk guard, and then they heard him screaming for help. He was yelling that someone was taking him away. One of the five friends ran to where the security guard was, but when he got there, he saw that the guard was still fast asleep. He froze in place and could not talk, and five minutes later his friends arrived to drag him back to their room. They closed the door and sat in front of it, and all night they heard cries coming from the outside. One of the men heard his mom calling him to join her. The other three had to hold him all night to stop him from going. They didn't think they were going to make it. Time passed and the five men sat together, holding each other and crying in fear. And then they all heard more sounds outside, like someone was sweeping. They looked through the window and it was a groundskeeper. The gates were open. They survived the night. By this time it was six fifteen in the morning. They ran past a gate to their car and the guard was not there. They got in it and drove in silence for six hours, and all five friends had nightmares for weeks after their night at banger Fort. There are a lot of people who insist that the fort is not haunted, that the sounds of nearby villagers here are just animals, that the real reason banger Fort was abandoned was not because of a curse, but because of war and drought. But none of that explains what Monica and her friends experienced. Or m Assume and his father and the security guard and the five friends, or why no one was ever able to rebuild the fort. But there's still hope. According to legend, the curse will be broken when Princess Ratnavati is reincarnated, and only that will save the souls trapped and bonkered for it. But until then, all we can do is wait. This episode of Horror Story was researched by Tess Redman and written by Christina Lamagi, with the narration and production by me Edwin Kobar Rubiez. You can get in touch with us via email or through social media. 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