White STRANGER THE END her mother's words echoed in her mind. she felt the weight of the stories, the histories buried deep within the earth beneath her feet. with a shuddering breath, she turned away from the door, a sense of loss flooding her heart. as she walked back through the woods, the moon light illuminated the path ahead, and she realised some stories are meant to remain untouched - frozen in time, like the young man she had met, lost to the shadows of the past. ©अंkita

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White STRANGER PART 7 The path felt different under the pale moonlight, shadows twisting around her. when she reached the clearing, the house loomed ominously, its windows dark and empty. "shyam!" she called, her voice trembling. silence answered her. heart pounding, she stepped closer. the porch cracked as she approached, but the air felt thick with an unshakeable dread. Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through, and she caught a glimpse of something moving inside the house - a flicker of light. "shyam?" she wishpered, hope battling with fear. but as she reached for the doorknob, a chill washed over her, and she stopped. ©अंkita

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STRANGER PART 6 "They refused to leave when developers came. on ny one, they vanished. some say they were taken by the spirits of the land, still angry and restless," her mother murmured, eyes darting towards the window. subi's heart raced as she replayed shyam's story in her mind. had she been speaking to a ghost? A chill settled deep in her bones, and she could hardly breathe. she had felt so alive in their conversation, but now it all felt like a cruel joke. determined, she waited until midnight, her curiosity and dread pulling her back towards the woods.. ©अंkita

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White STRANGER THE END her mother's words echoed in her mind. she felt the weight of the stories, the histories buried deep within the earth beneath her feet. with a shuddering breath, she turned away from the door, a sense of loss flooding her heart. as she walked back through the woods, the moon light illuminated the path ahead, and she realised some stories are meant to remain untouched - frozen in time, like the young man she had met, lost to the shadows of the past. ©अंkita

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White STRANGER PART 7 The path felt different under the pale moonlight, shadows twisting around her. when she reached the clearing, the house loomed ominously, its windows dark and empty. "shyam!" she called, her voice trembling. silence answered her. heart pounding, she stepped closer. the porch cracked as she approached, but the air felt thick with an unshakeable dread. Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through, and she caught a glimpse of something moving inside the house - a flicker of light. "shyam?" she wishpered, hope battling with fear. but as she reached for the doorknob, a chill washed over her, and she stopped. ©अंkita

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STRANGER PART 6 "They refused to leave when developers came. on ny one, they vanished. some say they were taken by the spirits of the land, still angry and restless," her mother murmured, eyes darting towards the window. subi's heart raced as she replayed shyam's story in her mind. had she been speaking to a ghost? A chill settled deep in her bones, and she could hardly breathe. she had felt so alive in their conversation, but now it all felt like a cruel joke. determined, she waited until midnight, her curiosity and dread pulling her back towards the woods.. ©अंkita

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