It was past midnight when Rajiv and his friend Sagar were driving back from a remote village after attending a wedding. The road was lonely, surrounded by dense trees, and the air felt unusually heavy. Suddenly, their car stopped without warning. No engine failure, no flat tire — just dead silence.
Rajiv got irritated and opened the door to step out, but Sagar grabbed his arm and said in a trembling voice, “Hey... hey brother, don’t step out. Just look behind you. Slowly.”
Confused and nervous, Rajiv turned to look in the rearview mirror — and what he saw froze his blood. A woman in a white saree with a twisted neck and bloody eyes was clinging to the back of the car, staring directly at him.
They .locked the doors and sat frozen. The woman began tapping on the glass, whispering, “Take me home… you promised.” But they had never seen her before in their lives.
Moments later, the car restarted on its own. They drove off .without looking back.
To this day, Rajiv refuses to travel that road again. He still hears the whisper sometimes at night:
“You promised… yo
u promised…”
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