“Knock knock. Don’t answer.”

When Raghav moves into Shanti Niwas PG, he expects creaky beds, bad food, and maybe a rat or two. What he doesn’t expect are rules that change themselves, a mannequin that judges jokes, and a microwave that asks questions it shouldn’t.

Rule #3: No jokes after midnight.
Because somewhere between laughter and silence, something listens.

As tenants vanish one by one, Raghav, Zoya, and Aman realize the PG isn’t haunted by ghosts; it’s haunted by its own sense of humor. Every punchline has a price. Every laugh feeds the building. And every story wants an audience.

A darkly comic horror tale about cursed jokes, haunted roommates, and the price of being funny in a world that won’t stop listening.
No Jokes After Midnight proves that sometimes the scariest sound isn’t a scream…
It’s a laugh.