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Mystery Encounter Unforgettable

 Mystery Encounter Unforgettable

Once upon a time, a group of friends attending school hatched a plan to take an early morning walk at 4 AM. They prepared for the adventure by gathering essential items like torches. The destination they chose was a serene green area, devoid of street lights, promising an exciting and enjoyable experience. Excitedly, they set out on their journey, illuminating their path with the aid of torchlights.

As they strolled along, immersed in laughter and banter, an unexpected twist took place when one of the torchlights suddenly ceased to function, plunging them into total darkness. In the midst of this confusion, the group of friends, consisting of both senior and junior boys and girls, began to feel a sense of unease in this forested area. It was at this moment that they heard a faint voice approaching them—a voice that belonged to a mysterious grandma figure.

Initially startled, they gradually felt at ease in her presence and struck up a conversation. Grandma inquired about their identities and their destination—an open ground near their school. However, she appeared quite concerned when she learned that it was a former burial ground (smashana) they were heading towards, and that too at such an early hour.


Grandma sternly advised them against continuing to the ground, explaining that it was not the right time to visit. Her peculiar words and tone left them bewildered and apprehensive. In an attempt to dispel their fear, one of the boys tried to shine the torchlight on grandma's leg, jokingly checking if she was a devil (as devils' legs would supposedly be inverted).

Out of nowhere, a noise startled us from behind, causing all of us to swiftly turn and look. But to our bewilderment, there was nothing to be seen. As we shifted our gaze forward again, we were taken aback to find grandma standing there. It was inexplicable how she had appeared so suddenly. Our hearts pounded with fear as she vanished from sight, leaving us in a state of confusion. Despite searching all around, we couldn't spot her anywhere nearby, and the straight road offered no explanation for her mysterious departure. The incident left us deeply shaken and frightened.

Nonetheless, the unsettling message from the grandma lingered in their minds. She claimed that they should not proceed until the birds started singing, as the absence of bird sounds indicated the presence of devils nearby. Frightened by the encounter, they decided to wait for the birds' melodic greetings before advancing to the school ground.

Choosing a nearby park as a temporary gathering spot, they initiated exercises and enjoyed each other's company. The incident with the mysterious grandma, however, remained unforgettable, shrouded in uncertainty. There were speculations about her true identity, with some suggesting she might have been a wise spiritual entity, warning them to stay away from the ground.

As the birds eventually welcomed the morning with their joyful melodies, they moved to the school ground but were still left with the haunting question: Was the person they encountered a mere woman or something else entirely? The ambiguity of the encounter lingered in their minds, leaving them with an intriguing and eerie tale to remember for years to come.



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