Shadow of Fear

To comprehend how profoundly dread can dwell in an individual's heart, pay attention to this story. One evening, in a little town outside Kolkata, every one of the locals were sleeping soundly. A waterway streamed close to the town, its old waters mirroring the night's gleam. The spot was called 'Nutunpalli' (New Town), however amusingly, there was no curiosity in it. Everything appeared to be frozen in time.

There was a legend that a phantom seemed consistently underneath an old banyan tree in Nutunpalli. The phantom was supposed to unnerve, with sparkling eyes and a weird smell exuding from its mouth. During the day, nobody could detect anything strange, however the people who wandered there around evening time had frightening accounts of not returning something similar.

This is where the story starts. A scientist from the city, Abhijit Roy, came to Nutunpalli to concentrate on paranormal peculiarities. Abhijit was a severe pragmatist, not accepting anything without any problem. Along these lines, the locals urged him to go through the night under the banyan tree, despite the fact that they were covertly apprehensive. Before everybody, Abhijit certainly pronounced, "apparitions can't possibly exist. It's all in the brain. I'll go there, and nothing will occur."

The most seasoned man in the town, Ramakrishna Kaka, cautioned him, "Child, you will not have the option to deal with that underhanded soul. That banyan tree used to be an incineration ground once. Numerous human skeletons are covered there. Assuming that you go, you won't return."

Abhijit giggled and said, "Kaka, you're old, that is the reason you have confidence in these things. In any case, I don't succumb to odd notions. This evening, I'll disprove that it's everything."

That evening, Abhijit took a light, a scratch pad, and a camera and went to sit under the banyan tree. The spot was quiet to the point that even his own breathing made him self-conscious. Be that as it may, Abhijit remained unflinching. His only point was to demonstrate that these phantom stories were only legends.

A cool wind blew in the night air. The banyan tree was huge, its underlying foundations dove profound into the earth. Abhijit began writing down perceptions in his journal. All at once, he heard a peculiar clamor. It seemed like strides from a good ways. He turned upward, didn't however see anything. The environmental factors were totally still, with just the weak whistling of the breeze.

Abhijit felt a piece uncomfortable. He took a stab at persuading himself that it was only the breeze. Yet, at that point, a kid's crying voice arrived at his ears. He was unable to conceal his apprehension any longer. That cry appeared to be emptying the fortitude from him. He turned on his light yet saw nothing. Just dimness.

Sooner or later, a shadowy figure passed before his eyes. He sparkled his light, yet couldn't discover anything. Unexpectedly, he felt a virus address his neck. He hopped, yet nobody was there. A cool, cold breeze appeared to leak inside him.

Then, out of nowhere, the parts of the tree started to shake, delivering a spooky sound. What's more, in that exact second, a figure wearing old clothing showed up before him. Its face was unnaturally pale, and its eyes seemed to be profound voids. A rosy sparkle was radiating from its mouth, and its hands drifted up high.

Abhijit attempted to step back however was frozen completely still, unfit to move. Ramakrishna Kaka's words reverberated to him — "On the off chance that you go there, you won't return."

The shadowy figure gradually moved towards him. The crying sound developed stronger, closer at this point. Abhijit attempted to free himself, however it seemed like some undetectable power was holding him down. His throat was dry, and his appendages felt incapacitated. The figure at last stood directly before him. Abhijit shut his eyes firmly, and at that point, a virus voice murmured in his ear — "What are you doing here?"

Abruptly, Abhijit snapped back to the real world. He dropped his light, some way or another figured out how to stand up, and started to run. There was only haziness and weird shadows all over. He was unable to grasp anything. His running had no beat, just a frantic endeavor to get by.

At the point when Abhijit got back to the town, the night was finished. His face was pale, and his appendages shuddered. He was unable to talk. The locals accumulated around him, yet he just murmured, "There's truly somebody there."

After that evening, Abhijit at absolutely no point ever talked in the future. It's said that he some of the time gazes into the deep darkness and murmurs, "There's somebody there… calling out to me."

Individuals of Nutunpalli presently not go close to that banyan tree. The story develops much more profound on the grounds that in the examination takes note of that Abhijit had composed, the last line read — "This is no story. This is genuine."

The sound of crying can in any case be heard around evening time underneath the banyan tree of Nutunpalli.