It was supposed to be a peaceful night of camping deep inside a dense jungle. Four friends—Ravi, Aman, Karan, and Sameer—set up their tent before sunset. The forest was silent, except for distant animal cries.
Around midnight, Ravi heard footsteps circling their tent.
“Did you hear that?” he whispered.
Everyone became silent.
The footsteps stopped directly outside.
Aman slowly opened the tent flap, but nobody was there.
Then they heard a woman crying somewhere in the darkness.
They followed the sound despite their fear. After walking for several minutes, they discovered an old abandoned campsite. A broken lantern was still glowing beside a torn tent.
Suddenly, Sameer noticed something terrifying.
There were four pairs of footprints around the old tent—but only three continued into the forest.
“Where is the fourth person?” he whispered.
Before anyone could answer, a cold hand touched Ravi’s shoulder.
He screamed.
They ran back toward their tent, but the jungle seemed different. Every path looked unfamiliar.
Then they saw their tent in the distance.
Someone was sitting inside it.
As they approached, the person slowly stepped outside.
It looked exactly like Ravi.
The real Ravi froze.
The copy smiled and whispered, “You should never camp here twice.”
The next morning, only three friends were found.
Ravi was never seen again.
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