It was a rainy night when Arjun arrived in a remote village in Bengal. The locals warned him never to walk near the old banyan tree after midnight.
Curious, Arjun ignored them.
At 12:30 AM, he walked along a deserted road. Thick fog covered everything, and the sound of distant bells echoed through the darkness.
Suddenly, he saw a woman standing beneath the banyan tree. She wore a white sari and held a small lantern.
“Are you lost?” Arjun asked.
The woman slowly raised her face.
Her eyes were completely black.
“Take me home,” she whispered.
Arjun stepped backward, but she suddenly disappeared.
Then the lantern appeared beside him.
A cold hand touched his shoulder.
He turned around and saw the same woman standing inches away.
“You promised you would return,” she whispered.
Arjun had never seen her before.
He ran toward the village, but every road led him back to the banyan tree.
At sunrise, villagers found Arjun’s shoes beneath the tree.
He was gone.
That night, a new lantern appeared beside the banyan tree.
And villagers heard Arjun’s voice whispering through the fog:
“Please… someone take me home.”
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