The Last Pyre of the Cremation Ground

🕯️ Prologue

Overy Youtrogous On the quiet corner of South 2

Parganas, embedded next to thick bamboo, the story

drapes a dark beonacharan onto a skewer. Even with sunlight, a strange cold stayed in the air, as if to remember something or someone else in the soil.

The people said that the last soul gave them an old tantra called Mahadev Bro. Before his death, he had made a horrifying declaration: If anyone dared to step into this place on the same night, I will go back and take it with me. “

years have passed, and no one has tested the curse.

To the fateful night.

🌑 The Dare

In 2023, four friends decided to test the legend on the night of Amavasha (Neumond) - Rahul, Shaon, Baipurabh and Deep. They were modern boys. Sceptical. According to her YouTube channel With flashlights, phones and courage, they arrived at Beraichalan at 11pm.

"The stories of these villages prove to be nothing more than superstition," said Rahul, laughing on camera.

In the first hour, everything was silent. They joked, smoked, and filmed. Everything looked harmless... until 12:01pm

Deep left a frightened cry.

"There! Look! With Bamb Shine - is it! White Man... No Head!"

frozen others.

🔥 The Pyre That Burned Again

They turned the light to Hein - and for their fear a burning funeral was seen in the middle of the floor.

However, this place has not been used for years. No one has died recently. No one should burn.

In addition to the flames, there was a decent figure that muttered in a voice - something dark and rhythmic.

They turned.

But the gate they passed through - the gate they unleashed themselves - is sealed with iron chains, as if they had never opened.

Shaon pulled out his phone.

The screen flickered. The camera opened on its own. And on the screen, there were terrible burning faces with bright eyes and a twisted smile. After that, the screen turned black.

One after panic erupts. Hein sprinted in blind fear of him, but stumbled. Something invisible grabbed him around his neck and pulled him into the dark bamboo bush. His cry was the last one they had heard.

Rahul and Deep clung to each other and ran to the inner boundary. There they stumbled upon an old yearbook opened to strange side names:

"Next Pier - Deep Chakraborty"

"Then -Rahul Saha"

Her blood ran cold. The book predicted who would die next.

You were recognized in fear: Mahadev's curse was real.

Desperated Desperate Plan

"We must destroy his ashes," whispered, trembling. "Maybe he will find peace when we dive into the Ganges.

They returned to the burning stakes. I was deeply hesitant.

As they approached, they saw something even more frightening.

In the flames, they saw themselves. Your own face, body, burning - screaming in the fire in silence.

"It's us", was deep stammered. "It's already begun."

decided to break the curse, and he fell towards the ashes. The moment he touched the earth around the stake, there was a deafening tone - like hundreds of bells lined up - and everything turned black. They found only one survivor when police arrived tomorrow, the following morning. Rahul sat at the cremation gate - quiet, trembling, foaming.

When he was interviewed, he repeated over and over again:

"I didn't burn...I didn't burn...I wasn't burning...I'm still here...Am I safe?"

I've never found Biplab, Shaon, or Deep. Rahul only.

and the strange and weak smell of smoking - still in the morning air.

🪔Legend I live in

today. NOne visits Bellacharang after sunset. ocals whispered that the final stakes of a moonless night were still on fire. If you are close enough, you will hear the mantra whispering in an old voice, and you may only see the headless shadow... Look... And sometimes when you listen well, you will become the voice of Rahul in the wind: