The Midnight Call

It turned into a dark night time. Even the moonlight was regarded to have hidden at the back of the clouds. The village lay silent, damaged most by the occasional bark of a far off dog. At one nook of the village stood an antique residence—everybody referred to as it The residence nonetheless stood, even though it turned into ruins. No one dared pass there, in particular after sunset. The reason? A ghost. According to neighborhood legend, thirty years ago, a female named Nishi, the final resident of the residence, mysteriously disappeared. After that, odd matters began taking place within the residence. Sometimes at night time, lighting can be visible flickering, and those claimed to peer a female with raveled hair status through the window.

The villagers believed that Nishis spirit turned into trapped within the residence. They stated she referred to as out at night time, "Mama... Mama..." Anyone who replied her name by no means back.

One night, a younger guy named Rahul, who had simply arrived within the village from the city, overheard the story. He didnt agree with the ghosts and observed the entirety amusing. It all nonsense," he stated with a laugh. Ispend one night time there and show it's only a myth."

Despite the villagers' warnings, Rahul set out for the residence because the night fell. He delivered him a flashlight, a few food, and a camera. He entered the residence and at once laid out a small mattress on the ground of one of the rooms. For the primary few hours, the entirety was regarded normal. He took pictures, shot videos, and ate his meal.
But through midnight, odd matters began to happen. He heard tender footsteps outside the door, as though a person turned slowly on foot towards him. Rahul assumed it turned into a person from the village looking to scare him. He grabbed his flashlight and opened the door, but there was nobody there. He closed the door and returned to his spot. Just as he settled back, his eyes fell on the window. There had been handprints on the glass, as if a person were standing outside, peering in. He became at the flashlight and walked over to the window. As he attempted to shut it, the wind unexpectedly picked up, and the window slammed open with a noisy bang, letting in a cold, chilling breeze. The air turned into full of an ordinary scent—some thing like antique incense, however lots stronger.Rahul, puzzled, went to close the window, but at that moment, a voice whispered from behind him, soft and feminine: "You’ve come?"
He spun around, but there was no one there. He stood still, trying to rationalize what had just happened. Maybe it was the wind, or perhaps his nerves were getting the best of him. He returned to his seat, but now a sense of dread crept over him. His breath became apparent in the icy air as the temperature seemed to drop. He heard what sounded like a door slowly opening at once. Rahul’s heart raced. He got up and approached the door, but before he could reach it, the door swung open, and standing there was a girl—a pale figure in a white sari, her hair hanging loose, her face obscured by the darkness.
"Who… who are you?" Rahul stammered.
The girl did not respond. She simply took one step forward. His heart rate was racing as Rahul stepped back. Then, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper: "Where is my mother? I'm lost..." Rahul felt his blood run cold. Now that she could see her face, he saw that her mouth was bloody and her eyes were dark voids. He couldn’t move, couldn't scream. Her presence was sufocating. He tried to run, but the door slammed shut on its own. The wind howled as if in response to his terror, but he couldn’t escape. As the girl continued to move closer to him, Rahul backed away, his heart racing. He could now hear her breathing—slow and labored—despite the thick air that was all around him. She mumbled, "Please, help me..." Rahul’s mind raced as he stumbled backward. His hands grasped for the door handle, but it wouldn’t budge. The girl's figure grew clearer and closer with every passing second. Then, he spoke again, this time with a voice full of anguish: Rahul’s eyes widened in fear as the girl’s ghostly form reached out toward him, her fingers brushing his face. As if he were losing life, he felt his chest tighten. He wanted to scream, but no sound came out. Before he knew it, everything went dark, and his vision became blurry. The next morning, the villagers noticed the door of Nishi’s house was wide open. They gathered inside to check, but all they found was Rahul’s camera. There were pictures and videos on it, but the last frames were strange. In the final shot, Rahul’s face was twisted in terror, his eyes wide open in fear, and then—nothing. Complete darkness.
Rahul never came back. Now, his name too became a part of the village’s new story. Nishi and Rahul were both trapped in that old house, their spirits wandering in the dark, never to leave.
However, something brand-new had recently begun. Some nights, people hear a male voice—deep and sorrowful—calling out, "Nishi... are you there?" And then, once again, silence followed.