Ami moved with her parents into a peaceful, remote house far from the city. Though isolated, the calm surroundings attracted them. But one thing stood out - a locked, dusty door.

When Ami asked the broker about it, he warned, "That door stays closed. Don't try to open it."

That evening passed uneventfully. The next morning, Ami's parents left for work, leaving her alone.

After freshening up and eating, she wandered again to the locked door. It had a narrow gap in the

lock. Just as she leaned in to peek, the doorbell rang.

A man stood outside asking for a nearby school. Ami replied, "We just moved in. I don't know, sorry." He nodded and walked away.

That evening, she asked her dad, "Someone asked for a school this morning. Is one nearby?"

He shook his head. "I haven't heard of one around here either."

That night, Ami woke up thirsty. In the kitchen, she noticed a key on the counter. Her thoughts raced back to the locked door. Key in hand, she tiptoed towards it - but the doorbell rang again.

Startled, Ami dropped the key and rushed to answer. Another stranger asked for a nearby garden.

Frustrated, she snapped, "I don't know. Please leave."

The next morning, she asked her parents if they heard the bell. They hadn't. 

Later, Ami checked maps for the places the strangers mentioned - but none of them existed. Remembering the key, she rushed back, only to find it gone.

Suddenly, the bell rang again. A third man asked about the Mother Teresa Trust House. Frightened and fed up, she yelled, "I don't know! Leave me alone!"

He smirked. "Aren't you looking for this key?" He held it up.

Shocked, Ami ran after him. She tripped over a rusty rod and fell hard. Dazed, she stumbled back home and tried calling her parents - but the network was dead.

Moments later, the bell rang again. This time, a police officer stood with two constables.

"We saw a car enter this road," he said. "This place has a history."

He asked how long they'd lived here. "Three or four days," Ami replied.

"Who sold you this house?" he asked. She gave the broker's name.

He showed a photo. "Is this the man?"

She nodded.

"He died five years ago. He was the original owner of this house."

Then he showed photos of the visitors. "They all died five years ago too - one in a school fire, one ina garden accident, and one near that trust house."

"They were all residents here. And the man who vanished? He opened the locked room - and was never seen again."

The door had been sealed ever since.

Ami now realized - this house didn't just hold memories. It held the dead.