Ani09

the village of Chanderpur, everyone feared the old banyan tree near the cremation ground. They said it whispered to the dead. One Halloween night, me and my friend laughed at the stories and went there at midnight. He stepped on the ashes below the tree and shouted, “See? No ghosts here!” The wind stopped. The air froze. Then came a whisper — his own name. Roots crawled out of the soil, wrapping around his legs. Faces began forming on the tree trunk, whispering, “He stepped on our ashes…” Aarav’s scream echoed through the night. The next morning, villagers found only his phone under the banyan. The last thing recorded was a ghostly face saying, “Now he belongs to us.” Since then, the banyan whispers a new name every Halloween… Maybe this time, it’s yours. 🌕