The Whispering Well

  Here’s another incident connected to that haunted place . One of my friends used to come to learn music from my mom. One day, he came earlier than usual. While we were sitting and chatting, somehow — despite everything that had happened last time — me, him, and my little brother ended up planning to go see  the well  again. I don’t know what version of me agreed to this. My mom allowed us but warned us : “Don’t stay there for too long.” She still remembered the incident from before. As we stepped out, I turned to both of them and said: “Just follow me. Don’t stop anywhere. Don’t look at anything. Let’s go straight to the well and come back.” But after what had happened last time, I’d gotten more curious. I’d started digging around for information, asking everyone in the society what they knew about the place. We jumped over the small roadside wall. No one else had ever come here with me before. I had kept my previous experience buried, but the curiosity… it dragged me b...

   This is based on a real incident that still haunts me till this day . It was an ordinary afternoon—the kind that should have passed unnoticed. We were let out an hour early from class, and instead of heading home, my friends and I decided to seize the unexpected freedom. My building, standing beside something that had intrigued us for years—a deserted, decaying house, its presence like a forgotten shadow in the neighborhood. Its most unsettling feature? A well. Not just any well—a massive, ancient chasm carved deep into the earth, its depths swallowing all light. I had spoken of it many times, weaving stories about its unnatural presence. And today, my friends were finally ready to see it for themselves. We knew the unwritten rule, trespassing wasn’t an option—not without an excuse. So, as always, we  "accidentally"  threw my ball over the high wall, granting us the perfect alibi. After a quick check-in with my mom, we found a lower section of the wall and climbed...