Stranger Things

As I wandered through the dense forest of Southern India, a menacing black cloud loomed overhead. Sensing an impending downpour, I frantically sought shelter and stumbled upon a small, decrepit hut. Driven by curiosity, I decided to explore it.

Near the hut, a shallow pit caught my eye. Scattered around it were human clothes and shoes, arranged in a disturbing, ritualistic manner. The scene reeked of a sinister presence. My heart raced as I realized this wasn't just any pit—it resembled a ghastly slaughterhouse.

A shiver ran down my spine. The forest, once inviting, now felt like a trap. The wind howled, carrying whispers of unseen horrors. Panic seized me, and I bolted from the hut, the shadows of the unknown nipping at my heels. With the storm looming, I fled the forest, not daring to look back until I reached the safety of home, leaving the nightmare behind.