Missing piece of her

the haunted place

The youngsters were exploring Kerala, soaking in the lush landscapes and vibrant culture. Charu, Krish, Aryan, Arman, Rohit, Ruhi, Shivu, Abir, and Naira, always seeking the next adventure. One day, as they roamed through a quaint village, they came across an old woman seated under a banyan tree, captivating a small crowd with her storytelling.

Curiosity piqued, Charu broke away from the group and approached the old woman. She pointed to a dilapidated yet grand bungalow in the distance and asked, "Ma'am, what’s in there? Why is it closed? Is there any problem?"

The old woman chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "That’s Bonakot Bungalow, one of the haunted places in Kerala."

The mention of a haunted place electrified the group. "What’s the story of it?" asked Krish, his excitement palpable. Tara and Ram, a local couple who had joined the group, suggested they ask the old woman.

The lady began, "During British rule in India, a British officer built this bungalow. Tragically, their five-year-old daughter died mysteriously one day. The parents were heartbroken and returned to London, unable to bear the memories. Since then, people hear screams, crying, and see a small child wandering the bungalow."

The group shivered with a mix of fear and thrill. Despite the chilling tale, they decided to explore the bungalow as an adventure. Since it was afternoon, they headed to a local eatery for lunch, eagerly discussing their plan. The eatery was filled with the aroma of local spices, and as they ate, the group couldn't help but wonder about the mysteries awaiting them.

As night fell, the group gathered outside Bonakot Bungalow, flashlights in hand. The air was thick with anticipation. They entered the bungalow around 8 PM, the atmosphere eerie and the darkness oppressive. The heavy wooden door creaked loudly as they pushed it open, revealing a long, dimly lit hallway.

The inside was a picture of desolation – dusty furniture, cobwebbed corners, and an air of forgotten grandeur. As they explored, the silence was broken by the creaking of a door. Bats suddenly erupted from the rafters, causing everyone to jump and scream in unison.

"That was just bats, right?" Ruhi laughed nervously, trying to ease the tension.

Suddenly, they heard a series of unsettling noises – laughter, cries, whispers. The group huddled together, their earlier bravado fading.

"Is anyone else feeling like we should have stayed at the hotel?" Shivu joked, his voice trembling.

"Come on, we can do this," Aryan said, trying to sound confident.

As they moved deeper into the bungalow, the noises grew louder and more distinct. They reached a room where the temperature suddenly dropped, and an old portrait of a family loomed on the wall. The child's eyes in the portrait seemed to follow them.

"This is seriously creepy," Abir muttered.

Just then, a shadowy figure appeared at the end of the hallway. It moved towards them, slowly and menacingly. The group screamed and stumbled back, but the figure dissolved into nothingness.

"It's just our minds playing tricks," Rohit said, though his voice betrayed his fear.

But the noises and apparitions continued. The friends were on the verge of panic when Naira, who had been filming the adventure on her phone, noticed something odd in the footage. There were people – not ghosts, but men setting up speakers and projectors.

"Guys, look at this," she whispered urgently.

They watched the footage and realized the haunting was an elaborate setup. Determined to get to the bottom of it, they searched the bungalow more carefully and found a hidden room. Inside, they discovered men coordinating the fake hauntings, their equipment strewn about.