Ravi, always the bravest, queues up the infamous "bhoot video" rumored to curse viewers. Meera, skeptical but curious, glances nervously at the screen. Arjun, fidgeting, mutters about urban legends. Sneha, clutching her phone, jokes to break the tension. "If we get haunted, it's your fault, Meera," "Come on, it's just a silly video. Nothing's going to happen,"

The friends lean closer as the screen shows a decrepit mansion, corridors shrouded in darkness. Whispered voices grow louder, and the camera pans to a shadowy figure in the corner. Goosebumps rise on everyone’s arms. "Did you see that? Someone moved!" "It's just a trick of the light. Or... is it?"

Sneha’s phone buzzes with a message: “Look behind you.” Everyone freezes. The rain stops suddenly, leaving only silence and the relentless heartbeat of fear. "Who sent that? Is this part of the video?" "Check the sender. It’s... your own number, Sneha,"

They stare at the screen, paralyzed, as the shadow's face becomes clearer. It matches the woman from the video, mouth opening wider, emitting an unearthly wail. "Turn it off! Turn it off!" "I can’t! The keys aren’t working!"

Meera grabs a candle, its flicker barely illuminating their terror-stricken faces. The shadow reaches out from the screen, stretching towards them, distorting reality. Sneha’s phone rings, the caller ID simply reading: “Bhoot.” "We have to break the circle! Everyone, look away from the screen!"

They breathe shakily, vowing never to watch cursed videos again. Ravi checks the laptop, finding it completely dead. Outside, the city lights flicker as if nothing happened. "Let’s just stick to comedy next time," "Agreed. Horror’s not for us anymore,"