No one in the nearby town spoke about Darganpur after sunset. The village had been abandoned for decades, yet faint lights were often seen glowing between its broken houses. Curious and skeptical, Aman decided to uncover the truth one night.
As he entered the village, the air turned unnaturally cold. Doors creaked open on their own, and footsteps echoed behind him, though no one was there. In the center stood a banyan tree, its roots wrapped around old graves. Suddenly, whispers filled the air, calling his name.
Aman found an old diary inside a ruined house. It revealed that the villagers had performed a forbidden ritual to gain prosperity, but it went wrong. Trapped spirits cursed the land, forcing everyone to flee overnight.
The whispers grew louder. Shadowy figures surrounded Aman, their hollow eyes burning with rage. He ran, but the paths kept leading him back to the banyan tree. Just as the shadows closed in, he screamed.
At dawn, villagers found Aman unconscious at the entrance of Darganpur. He survived, but his hair had turned white. Even today, he warns everyone: the village is not empty—it is watching.
