whispers of charmadi gath

Radha drove through the silent night, the clock ticking past 1 AM. The dense darkness of Charmadi Ghat enveloped her car as she murmured to herself, trying to shake off her growing unease.

"Aunty worries too much," Radha muttered, gripping the steering wheel tighter. "People crash here because they’re reckless, not because of some silly superstitions."

As she entered the Charmadi Ghat forest area, a chilling mist began to creep across the road. Radha frowned, her heart picking up pace.

"Where did this mist come from?" she whispered, glancing at the silhouettes of towering trees. "This place is creepy enough without adding this fog. No wonder people are afraid to come here."

Her fingers tightened on the wheel as she pressed down on the accelerator slightly. "I can’t slow down now... Honestly, I’m starting to get a little scared."

Suddenly, a cold chill ran down her spine as she caught something in her rearview mirror—a pale, creepy woman sitting silently in the back seat of her car, her hollow eyes fixed on Radha.

Radha gasped, slamming the brakes and nearly skidding to a halt. Her breath hitched as she slowly turned to look behind her, her hands trembling. The back seat was empty.

Letting out a shaky sigh of relief, Radha muttered, "What’s wrong with me? I’m letting this forest get into my head. There’s no one there... There couldn’t be..."

She tried to compose herself and resumed driving, but her heart was racing. "I need to get out of here fast."

The road twisted and turned, leading her to the middle of the Ghat—the highest point of the mountain path.

As she rounded a bend, her headlights illuminated the figure of a woman standing in the middle of the road.

Radha screamed and slammed the brakes!!, her car coming to a screeching halt just inches away from the figure.

Her heart pounding, Radha whispered, "Did I hit her? Oh god, please tell me I didn’t hit her."

But before she could process anything, the woman began banging on the car window, her desperate cries piercing the night.

Radha flinched as the woman, dressed in a bloodstained kurta, looked straight into her eyes.

"Please! Please help me!" the woman sobbed, her voice trembling with panic.

With shaky hands, Radha rolled down the window slightly. "What’s wrong? Are you okay?"

The woman grabbed Radha’s hand, her grip icy cold and trembling. "My name is Giya," she sobbed. "My family—my husband and son—they had an accident! They’re trapped in the forest! Please, you have to help me!"

Radha stared at her in shock. "An accident? Where are they now?"

Giya pointed a trembling finger toward the dark, looming forest. "They’re in there... I tried to get help, but there’s no signal here. I couldn’t call anyone. Please, they’re hurt! I beg you!"

Radha hesitated, her instincts screaming at her to drive away, but the woman’s desperate pleas tugged at her heart.

"Okay," Radha said finally, her voice shaking. "I’ll help you. Let me grab my first aid kit."

She reached into the car, her hands fumbling as she retrieved the kit. With every step she took into the forest, the darkness seemed to grow heavier, the air colder. The trees loomed overhead like shadowy sentinels, their branches twisting like clawed hands.

The woman led Radha deeper into the forest, her sobs echoing in the eerie silence. Radha’s breaths quickened as unease crept over her. "Giya, how far is it?" she asked, glancing around nervously.

Not far," Giya whispered, her voice oddly calm now. "Just a little further."

Radha’s grip on the first aid kit tightened. Something felt off, but she pushed the thought away. She had already committed to helping, and turning back now wasn’t an option.

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