The Ghostly Doctor’s Clinic
🌑 Beginning of the story
“Every village has some old stories…
But the story of Rampur is still alive…
Because his character never died.”
Rampur… a remote area of North India, where time seemed to have stopped. Greenery all around, old mud houses, and those old stories in the streets… which came out of grandmother’s stories and never ended.
One name was very famous in this village – Dr. Shekhar.
It is said that there was some magic in his medicines. People used to come from miles away for treatment. But as mysterious as his treatments were, so mysterious was his life.
Dr. Shekhar lived alone. His clinic was at a little distance from the village, near an old banyan tree. He always used to say –
“The time for treatment is day or night, there is no time for illness.”
People considered him God…
But one day, everything changed.
🌩️ Stormy Night – When Time Stopped
One night… everything changed.
Strong storm, heavy rain, thunder – the whole of Rampur trembled.
People closed the windows, locked the doors… but Dr. Shekhar’s clinic was open.
In the morning when everything calmed down and people woke up… there was a strange silence.
No one saw the doctor.
Neither at home nor in the clinic.
His bed was empty… and there were blood stains on the clinic table.
Rumor spread in the village –
“The doctor is dead…!”
“No, he has disappeared!”
“Maybe someone took him away…”
And then, the real game of fear began.
🌘 The clinic opens at 12 midnight…
After a few days, people started saying that the doctor’s clinic still opened at 12 o’clock in the night.
There is a light there.
Sometimes someone’s shadow is seen.
And an old man said –
“I saw him… in a black coat… he said to me – ‘Treatment is necessary, come inside.'”
The villagers stopped going there.
Going near the clinic was prohibited.
But there was one boy… Shyam… who ignored this fear.
🧓 Shyam’s compulsion
Shyam was a simple boy. His father had been ill for weeks. The village doctor had given up.
And then someone softly said –
“If you have the courage, go to the doctor’s clinic at 12 in the night… he still treats patients…”
Shyam thought, “If this is true… then I can save my father.”
🕛 Midnight – the first knock of fear
Shyam reached the clinic with his father at midnight.
There was silence all around.
The old banyan tree was swaying in the wind.
Light blue light was coming out of the window… and the door opened automatically.
A voice came from inside –
“Come… I am waiting for your father…”
Shiver ran down Shyam’s spine.
He saw – Dr. Shekhar was standing there.
The face was the same… but the color was pale, the eyes were sunken… as if it was a living corpse.
🧪 Terrible Cure
The doctor started the treatment without asking anything.
Old rusted tools were kept on the table… which were stinking.
Something was written on the walls in a strange Sanskrit.
At times, faint voices were heard –
“Don’t leave us…”
“He did the same to us…”
Shyam started trembling.
The doctor said –
“Your father will be fine… but there is one condition… you will not mention this place to anyone.”
Shyam nodded.
He was not able to muster the courage to look into the eyes of the doctor’s scary face.
The treatment was completed… and as soon as Shyam came out…
The doctor’s voice echoed –
“If you tell anyone… then I will return… and then I will stay with you forever…”
😱 scary ending
Shyam reached home… and a miracle happened –
His father was completely cured.
The villagers were surprised, but Shyam was silent… as if someone had taken away his tongue.
Nights passed… but something strange started happening.
Shyam did not sleep at night anymore.
Shadows of strange faces were seen in the mirrors.
Sometimes something was written on the walls in blood –
“You are now among us…”
One day his mother saw –
Shyam was stabbing his face himself…
And was mumbling –
“I am a doctor… treatment is necessary…”
The mother screamed… but Shyam was laughing… exactly the way Doctor Shekhar used to laugh.
💀 12 o’clock at night – Clinic reopens
That night… after years… the doctor’s clinic opened again.
But this time, there was no Dr. Shekhar inside.
Shyam was sitting there… in a white coat…
with the same scary smile on his face… and a rusty tool in his hand.
The two children from the village who had mistakenly gone there… never returned.
The next morning, it was written in blood on the wall of the clinic –
“Treatment completed…”
And since then…
Every full moon night… the lights of the clinic come on.
And two voices come from inside –
An old… and a young…
“Who is the next patient…?”
