The Abandoned Zamindar House
In a lonely village of West Bengal, beside a quiet river, stood an old zamindar mansion. It had been abandoned for many years. No one dared to go near it. The villagers said that after sunset, the sound of crying could be heard from inside the house.
Three village friends—Rahul, Suman, and Arka—decided one day that they would uncover the truth. It was a full-moon night. The round moon glowed brightly in the sky. Gathering their courage, they stepped through the broken gate.
As they pushed the door open, it creaked loudly. Inside, there was dust, cobwebs, and a strange cold wind. Suddenly, from the upper floor came the sound—
"Thump… thump…"
Footsteps.
Rahul whispered nervously,
— "Who's there?"
No reply. Only the footsteps growing louder.
The Shadow in the Mirror
Slowly, the three boys climbed the staircase. At the end of the corridor stood a large mirror covered in dust. Arka jokingly wiped the dust away—and they all froze in fear.
In the mirror, they saw their reflections…
But behind them stood someone else.
A tall figure in a white dress, messy hair, and a pale face.
Suman quickly turned around—no one was there.
When they looked back at the mirror, the shadow had moved closer. Suddenly, the mirror shattered into pieces on its own.
Then they heard a sorrowful voice whisper—
— "Free me…"
The door slammed shut. Darkness surrounded them.
The Hidden Truth
Rahul said in a trembling voice,
— "It must be someone's spirit…"
Suddenly, they noticed an old diary lying on the floor. Arka shone his flashlight on it and read aloud:
"My name is Madhabi. I was the younger daughter of this house. I was betrayed and murdered in this very room…"
Their bodies shivered in fear. The diary said her soul had never found peace because the truth of her death was never revealed.
Suddenly, the window flew open by itself. A white sari fluttered in the wind. In the corner of the doorway stood Madhabi's shadow.
She spoke softly—
— "Tell the villagers the truth… only then will I be free…"
The Final Scream
A violent storm began. Lightning flashed across the sky. Madhabi's shadow slowly started to fade.
Rahul shouted,
— "We promise! We will tell everyone the truth!"
In an instant, everything became silent. The door opened.
The boys ran home and told the villagers everything. The elders admitted that many years ago, the zamindar's daughter had indeed died mysteriously.
The next morning, the villagers performed prayers at the mansion. After that day, the crying sounds were never heard again.
But…
Even today, on full-moon nights, some say a white shadow can still be seen standing by the broken window.