Dogesh was returning home late at night from his friend’s house. The road was deserted, surrounded by silent fields and the occasional rustling of dry leaves. The clock struck midnight, and the air grew unusually cold. Suddenly, Dogesh heard soft footsteps behind him. He turned back—no one was there.
Trying to ignore it, he walked faster. But then he noticed muddy footprints forming on the road, as if someone invisible was following him. His heartbeat raced, and fear gripped his chest. When he reached the old banyan tree near the village boundary, he froze. A shadowy figure stood there, motionless, staring at him. Its eyes glowed faintly in the darkness.
Gathering courage, Dogesh whispered, “Who are you?” The figure didn’t answer, but the wind howled, and the tree’s branches moved like skeletal hands. Suddenly, the shadow rushed toward him. Dogesh screamed, but in the next moment, he found himself standing at his house’s doorstep—his clothes drenched in sweat.
No one knows how he got there. Did Dogesh truly encounter a ghost, or was it just his imagination? Even today, whenever he passes that banyan tree, he feels the same icy chill
