The Wailing Cemetery

The Wailing Cemetery

At the outskirts of the village lay an old cemetery. During the day, it seemed ordinary, but as the sun set, a wave of fear engulfed the entire village. No one dared to go near it at night, for from within came wretched screams of agony—cries that sent shivers down the spine of anyone who heard them.

Shubham's Foolishness!

Shubham was a fearless young man who lived in the village. He never believed in ghost stories or supernatural occurrences. One evening, his friends decided to challenge him for fun.

"Shubham, you think you're so brave, right? Then prove it! Go to the cemetery tonight and call out your name loudly."

Laughing, he accepted the dare. At the stroke of midnight, he set out alone towards the graveyard. The sky was covered in thick, dark clouds. Occasional flashes of lightning lit up the path, and a cold wind howled in the distance. Yet, Shubham remained undeterred.

The First Fright!

As soon as he stepped inside the cemetery, an eerie chill surrounded him. The remnants of burned pyres still smoldered in places. He took a deep breath and was about to call out his name when suddenly, there was movement behind an old tree!

Shubham stopped in his tracks.

"Who's there?" he called out.

There was no response. But a moment later, a heart-wrenching scream echoed in the silence—so close that it made his blood run cold.

He turned around quickly and saw a tall, shadowy figure standing before him. Its face seemed oddly familiar… almost like someone from the village—someone who had died a few months ago in this very cemetery.

The Ghost’s Anguish!

"Why have you come here?" The figure spoke in a low, trembling voice.

Shubham’s throat went dry. He took a step back, but just then, he sensed another presence behind him. He was trapped.

The ghostly figure continued, its voice filled with sorrow, "We seek justice… We cannot rest in peace… We were not meant to die… We were murdered!"

A shiver ran down Shubham’s spine. He tried to move, but it felt as if the ground itself was holding him in place.

The Truth is Revealed!

And then, before his very eyes, a horrific scene unfolded. He saw some of the village’s most powerful landlords. They were dragging a helpless man, pushing him to the ground. One of them clamped his hands around the man’s throat, choking him to death. Moments later, they burned his body right there in the cemetery, ensuring that no one would ever find out the truth.

Shubham realized the spirits were not there to haunt—they were trapped, crying out for justice.

A Soul’s Plea for Revenge!

"I will tell everyone!" Shubham screamed. "I will expose the truth! You will get justice!"

Suddenly, the ghost whispered chillingly into his ear, "If you reveal the truth… they will not let you live."

His heart pounded in terror. The wind around him became deathly still. A sudden gust of icy air encircled him, and before he could react, everything turned black.

The Final Reality

By morning, the villagers found Shubham unconscious near the cemetery. When he woke up, he was shaking. He wanted to tell them everything. But...

Right in front of him stood the same powerful landlords. Their eyes bore into him with a silent, terrifying warning.

From that night onward, Shubham was never the same. He barely spoke. But sometimes, when he was alone, he would whisper to himself—

"They are still here... Their screams of agony can still be heard..."

The Cemetery Still Wails...