The Haunted Village – The Curse of Chandi Path

1. Mystical Mango Fruit Garden

It was almost midnight when the dogs were awakened from his sleep. He sat down and was restless. The village was very quiet, but there were occasional spots of leaves outside.

Alnab came from Dhaka and visited his house in his maternal village in the remote village of Rajshahi. At first he enjoyed the fresh air, open fields and starry sky. However, I've been feeling a little weird lately. Every night, an unnatural silence will devour the village as if the air itself was exhaling.

That night, after dinner, his uncle said to him something worried about. "Are you afraid of ghosts, Alnab?" his uncle asked with a smile. "Ghost? Of course not," replied with confidence, despite his curiosity awakening.

His uncle laughed. "Now, let's talk about our village. At the edge of the village there is an old mango fruit garden. Many years ago, Tantra played the path of Chandi. It was a powerful ritual. But something was grossly wrong. He never came back and people have said the place has been cursed ever since.

He took a break and lowered his voice. "You will never come back."

Arnab was laughing at the time, but now it stayed in his mind at night.

2. Midnight Adventure

Curiosity defeated him. He always saw himself as a skeptic. Ghosts and ghosts were just superstitions - you don't have them? He had to find himself.

grabbed his flashlight and gently slid out of the house. The air was thick with the smell of a moist earth. The village paths were abandoned, and the moon appeared to be a creepy shadow on the floor.

A strange feeling settled in his chest as he approached the orchard. The tree stood like a quiet guard, twisted branches extending into the sky like fingers of a skeleton. A cold breeze was cleaned, and it smelled weak, musty - something like rotten. Arnab hesitated. Maybe that wasn't a good idea. But before he turned back something had moved.

Shadow.

flicked his flashlight and for a moment he saw something or someone among the trees. A figure enveloped in darkness.

His neck was dry. "Who is there?"

Silence.

Then the shadow began to move slowly on him.

3. Awful Truth Arnab's instinct cried out to him, but his feet did not move. As he approached, his breath entered the shattered gasoline.

Then the voice - the shell whispered, yet a nasty, transparent voice went into the air. "Go back before it's too late..."

The shower ran backwards.

The flashlight flickered again, this time he saw it clearly - after which she fluctuated from the female figure from one of the gnarled branches of the mango tree. Her eyes glowed with unnatural red, her face shattered, twisted, inhumane, frozen in screams.

Arnab let out a choked cry.

His thoughts cried out!

He freed himself from his paralysis, stumbling backwards, his heart slamming against his ribs. The whispers grew louder and turned into a throat song. The air around him blinded itself and pressed against his chest.

He turned and ran.

She scratched her clothes as the branches ran into the village. The whispers never stopped - it was in his head, swirling like a storm. A final whisper slipped into his ear as he approached his uncle's house -

"You can run... Going back...but actually

4. Arnab broke into the house and hit the door behind it. His uncle woke up and stared at him with a familiar expression. "You went to the orchard, don't you have it?" His voice was calm and difficult with something else - fear? Arnab nodded, unable to speak.

His uncle sighed. "I warned you. This place is cursed. Tantoris' spirit still remains there. "

Arnab wanted to claim that everything was released as hallucinations. But the horror in his chest told him something else.

The next day he felt sick. Deep fatigue settled in his bones and he developed a fever. He woke up sweating at night, whispers still echoing through his ears.

He saw a shadow that was nothing. When no one was there he asked the stairs in front of the window.

Then something happened on the third night.

5. When my uncle woke up,

disappeared and was silent. He went to Alnab.

The door to his room was open.

The bed was empty.

Panic thrusts through his uncle. The wet earth gave the impression of bare feet - arnabs feet. The footprints have left the house.

To Orchard.

He ran, his heart pounding. Make this a mistake. Let him be safe.

When he reached the orchard, the footprints suddenly ended. There are no signs of Arnab.

Only the cold, suffocating silence of the cursed grove.

I searched for the villagers for several days. They found nothing. Alnab disappeared and disappeared without any traces.

6. A whisper that never fades, 4 years have passed. The village continued, but the legend remained.

Today, on a particular night, when the wind blows through the trees, the villagers insist that they hear it -

A weak whisper over the wind.

"I'm going...I'm going...before it's too late..."