A Terrifying Night in the Jungle

Rahul and his friends decided to camp in the deep jungle for an adventure. They had heard stories about the forest, but none of them believed in the old tales. It was supposed to be just another fun trip.

As night fell, the forest became darker than they expected. The air was thick, and the sounds of insects grew louder. They set up their tent near a clearing, lighting a small fire to keep warm. The moon barely peeked through the dense canopy of trees, casting strange shadows.

Around midnight, the fire began to die. Rahul went to collect more wood, walking a little deeper into the forest. Suddenly, he heard something—like whispering voices, but no one was there. He stopped, looking around, but all he saw were trees and darkness.

The whispers grew louder, more urgent. Rahul’s heart raced. He quickly grabbed some wood and rushed back to the camp, but when he returned, the fire was completely out. His friends were sitting silently, staring at him with blank faces.

“Why did you take so long?” one of them asked, but the voice wasn’t right. It was hollow, almost echoing.

Rahul’s stomach dropped. His friends' faces began to change—pale skin, eyes turning black, just like the darkness of the jungle. He backed away in fear.

Suddenly, he heard laughter from behind him, deep and twisted. He turned to see figures emerging from the shadows—tall, thin creatures with sharp teeth, crawling towards the camp. His friends didn’t move; they were already lost.

Rahul ran into the jungle, but the creatures were everywhere, their whispers surrounding him. No matter how fast he ran, the jungle seemed endless, the trees closing in.

By dawn, Rahul was gone. Only the empty tent remained, abandoned in the haunted jungle.