Horror story

Once a bustling textile mill, Mohini had long since been abandoned and fallen into disrepair. The town that had once thrived around it was now a ghost town, with only a few stubborn residents refusing to leave. They said the mill was cursed, that it was haunted by the spirit of a young woman named Mohini who had died there under mysterious circumstances.

It was said that Mohini had been a worker at the mill, a beautiful and vivacious young woman who had caught the eye of the mill owner's son. They had fallen in love, but their relationship was forbidden, and they were forced to keep it a secret. One day, Mohini was found dead in the mill, her body mangled beyond recognition. No one knew how she had died, and her killer was never caught.

Years went by, and the mill became a place of legend. People whispered about strange noises and sightings, about shadows that moved on their own and whispers on the wind. The few brave souls who ventured inside the mill never came out the same, some claiming to have seen the ghost of Mohini herself.

One day, a young woman named Ria came to the town. She was a journalist, investigating the story of Mohini and the cursed mill. She was skeptical of the ghost stories, thinking they were nothing more than urban legends. She planned to spend the night in the mill, to see for herself if there was any truth to the rumours.

As night fell, Ria entered the mill. It was dark and foreboding, with cobwebs hanging from the ceiling and broken machinery scattered around. She set up her camera and began to explore, feeling a sense of unease creeping over her.

At first, she heard nothing but the sound of her own footsteps. But then she heard something else, a faint whisper on the wind. She followed the sound, her heart pounding in her chest. As she turned a corner, she saw a figure in the distance, a woman with long black hair and a white dress.

Ria called out, but the figure didn't respond. She moved closer, and as she did, the figure disappeared into thin air. Ria was left standing in the darkness, her heart racing.

Suddenly, she heard a scream, a blood-curdling cry that echoed through the mill. Ria ran towards the sound, her camera shaking in her hand. She found herself in a room filled with broken machinery, and there she saw the ghost of Mohini herself.

The ghost was beautiful and terrifying, her face twisted in agony. Ria realized with horror that Mohini was reliving her death, trapped in a never-ending cycle of pain and suffering. Ria tried to reach out to her, but the ghost vanished, leaving behind only a sense of deep sorrow.

Ria left the mill that night, shaken and afraid. She knew now that the ghost of Mohini was real, and that the curse of the mill was not just a legend. She would never forget the ghostly figure in the white dress, haunting the mill and the town around it.

Ria couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled deep in her bones since her encounter with the ghost of Mohini. She found herself constantly looking over her shoulder, her nerves frayed and her thoughts consumed with the cursed mill.

Despite her fear, Ria knew that she had to find out more about Mohini and what had happened to her. She returned to the town, seeking out the few remaining residents who had lived through the events that had led to the mill's abandonment

As she listened to their stories, a pattern began to emerge. They all spoke of strange occurrences in the mill, of machinery turning on its own, and of a mysterious whisper that could be heard on the wind. They spoke of Mohini, of her beauty and her tragic death, and of how her spirit still roamed the mill.

Ria knew then that she had to uncover the truth about Mohini's death. She began to research the history of the mill, scouring old newspapers and archives for any clue that could shed light on the mystery. It was a long and difficult process, but eventually, she found what she was looking for.

She discovered that Mohini's death had not been an accident, but a murder. The mill owner's son, who had been in love with Mohini, had killed her in a fit of jealous rage. He had hidden her body in the machinery, hoping that it would never be found.

As Ria pieced together the puzzle of Mohini's death, she knew that she had to confront the ghost of the woman who had been wronged so many years ago. She returned to the mill, this time with a sense of purpose.

When she entered the mill, Ria was immediately struck by the eerie silence. The wind was still, and the only sound was the soft echo of her footsteps on the concrete floor. She made her way to the room where she had seen the ghost of Mohini, her heart pounding in her chest.

There, in the dim light, she saw the ghostly figure once again. But this time, Ria was not afraid. She approached the ghost and spoke to her, telling her that she knew the truth about her death and that her murderer had been brought to justice.

As Ria spoke, the ghostly figure began to fade away, her face peaceful for the first time in centuries. Ria knew that Mohini had finally found peace, and that the curse of the mill had been broken.

From that day forward, the town began to come back to life. The mill was refurbished, and new businesses and homes sprang up around it. The residents of the town no longer feared the mill, and the legend of Mohini became just a story told around campfires.

But Ria knew that the memory of Mohini would always live on. She had come to the town as a septic, but had left a believer, forever changed by the ghostly figure who had haunted the mill.