The Cursed Tree

It became a dark, eerie night time. The village lay silent, besides for the remote howling of jackals and the chirping of crickets. Standing at the threshold of the village became an historical banyan tree—massive, with twisted roots and sprawling branches. But the villagers feared it. They known as it "The Cursed Tree."

Legends whispered via generations instructed of a wandering sage who as soon as pondered beneath the tree. One fateful night, a collection of bandits killed him and buried his frame on the trees roots. Since then, it has become believed that the tree had ended up cursed. Anyone who dared method it at night time in no way returned.

Ajays Curiosity Ajay, a fearless younger guy of the village, in no way believed in such superstitions. He laughed on the villagers` stories and determined to show them wrong.

"I will visit the tree at nighttime and display you all that there's not anything to fear!" he declared.

His buddies begged him now no longer to go, however he refused to concentrate. His first-class friend, Ravi, grabbed his arm. "Ajay, concentrate on me. My grandfather instructed me approximately this tree. People have disappeared. This isn't any joke! "

Ajay smirked. "They disappeared due to the fact they had been scared and ran away. I won't. You'll see. "

That night, on the stroke of midnight, Ajay took a lantern and walked toward the tree. The silver moonlight bathed the tree, making its twisted branches seem ghostly. Dry leaves crunched below his feet. A bloodless wind started to blow, whispering as though unseen voices had been calling out to him.

Yet, Ajay remained undeterred.

A Terrifying Experience As Ajay reached the tree, an unexplainable feeling of unease washed over him. It felt as though the tree became looking at him, its branches stretching toward him like skeletal fingers. The wind grew stronger, and a whispering voice echoed, "Go back... Go back..."

Ajay scoffed. "It`s simply the wind," he muttered, sitting down underneath the tree. He regarded round below the flickering lantern light—there has been not anything unusual.

But then, he heard it.

A gentle sobbing sound.

His coronary heart pounded. He grew to become his head in each direction, however noticed no one. The sound grew louder, sending shivers down his spine.

Then, suddenly, he felt something—a presence proper following him. With a deep feel of dread, he slowly regarded down… and froze.

Sitting on the foot of the tree became a frail, shadowy parent—a sage with hole eyes that burned like embers, his face twisted in sorrow, his lips curled in a ghostly smile.

Ajay's breath stuck in his throat. He attempted to scream, however no sound got here out.

The parent whispered, "Why have you ever come? You disturb my rest..."

Ajay's Fate

Ajay spins, but his body refused to move. The air around him grew thick darkness, and the wind suddenly died. The floor then trembled underneath.

The roots of the tree slid like a living snake, turning their legs and pulling them to the base of the tree.

He fought, but the more he fought, the narrower the roots he fought. The lantern escaped from the grip, his flame flickering. Darkness swallowed him completely.

ajay Search for

The next morning, the villagers realized that Ajay was missing. His friend, scared, informed the village elders of his plan to visit the cursed tree. A search party was formed and armed with torches and prayers. They approached the terrifying tree.

what they found sent chills on their spines.

Ajay's Lantern was at the foot of a tree, its glass burning and its core burning. His footprint looked soft stains and led to the base of the wood, but no one left.

"Where is he?" whispered, Ravi, his voice trembling.

The oldest person placed his hands on the rough bark of the tree and closed his eyes. "The tree took it," he muttered, shook his head. "Just like everyone else."

Tonight, the villagers stopped the ceremony and offered prayers and incense to appease the spirit of the wise man. But the whispers remained in the wind.

Emergency Presence

days have passed and strange events have plagued the village. One person could open the door. Shadows moved to throw them without numbers. A terrifying laughter echoed through the air at night.

Then one night the rabbi saw something that shed his blood.

At the edge of the village beneath the cursed tree was a figure. It was Ajay.

But something was wrong. His skin was pale, his eyes were hollow and dark, and his mouth stretched out with an unnatural smile. "Ajay?" the rabbi called out, shy. Ajay did not answer. He just stood there and stared. He then turned around without words and disappeared into the shadow of the tree.

The rabbi ran to his house. The whispers grew louder that night. They were no longer warned.

She called. "take..."

Last Attempt

decided that the village elders had to end the curse completely. They summon saints from faraway lands, priests known for their ability to clean evil spirits.

When the priest arrived, he circled the trees, sang mantras, burned the burning frankincense, and made sacred water shine. The floor trembles, and I wasn't sure howling would come out of the tree. Then the bark of the tree opened - and they looked at their faces. Dozens of them. A face frozen in pain. Ajay was in it.

The villagers took a terrifying photo. Ajay's mouth moved, but there was no sound. The priest strengthened his prayers, pushing out a permeable cry at the altar before the trees suddenly invaded the flames. The end of the curse?

When fire dies, it is nothing more than ashes or burnt roots. The eerie presence grew, and the village felt peaceful for the first time in centuries. But

says some of the darkest nights when trees were once, but you can still hear the whispering wind.

"Go back... Go back..."