Divya 
The night air in D’Souza Chawl was thick with dread. The once-busy corridors, where laughter and conversations thrived, now echoed with whispers of fear. The hauntings had escalated beyond eerie sightings and cold drafts—now, something far more malevolent lurked within the walls.
The Possession of Mrs. Fernandes
It began with Mrs. Fernandes, an elderly woman who had lived in the chawl for over forty years. One night, her screams ripped through the silence. Neighbors rushed in, only to find her levitating inches above her bed, her body rigid, her eyes rolled back into her head. The air smelled of burnt wood and decay. The moment they chanted prayers, she collapsed. But the fear remained—she whispered in a voice not her own: “She is not alone. It’s coming.”
As word spread, panic set in. Families packed their belongings, fleeing before they became the next victims. But some, including the protagonist—a journalist named Rohan who had been investigating the hauntings—chose to stay. He had to find out the truth.
The Failed Ritual
Rohan and Sister Agnes, a nun experienced in exorcisms, decided to cleanse the chawl. They gathered the remaining residents in the central courtyard, lighting incense and reciting prayers. The air became heavy. As they sprinkled holy water, the ground trembled, and a deafening scream tore through the night. The well—the infamous well where the woman in white had allegedly died—began to shake violently. Water gushed out, but it was no longer water. It was thick, black, and smelled of rot.
Then, the shadows came. Dark figures slithered across the walls, whispering unintelligible words. Lights flickered, glass shattered, and an unseen force threw people across the courtyard. Sister Agnes clutched her rosary, chanting louder, but then she gasped—her body lifted off the ground, and unseen hands twisted her head at an unnatural angle. Before anyone could react, she was flung into the well, swallowed by darkness.
Uncovering the Truth
A chilling realization struck Rohan—this wasn’t just about the woman in white. Something else had been awakened. He rushed to the chawl’s archives, digging through old documents and faded photographs. What he found made his blood run cold. The well had been sealed decades ago for a reason—it wasn’t just where the woman had died. It had been a site of black magic, a place where an unspeakable ritual had gone wrong.
The woman in white was never the true horror. She was a victim, trapped in the place of her suffering. The real evil was something much older—something that had been imprisoned beneath the well. And now, it was free.
A Final Stand
The remaining residents had no choice but to run. But as Rohan turned to leave, the temperature dropped. A voice, soft yet commanding, whispered his name. He turned and saw her—the woman in white. Her face was sorrowful, her eyes pleading. She wasn’t attacking—she was warning him.
He had a choice: flee and let the evil spread, or stay and end it. Summoning all his courage, he grabbed the remaining holy water and ran toward the well. The darkness rose, tendrils reaching for him, but he threw the water in, chanting the words Sister Agnes had taught him. The ground shook violently, the shadows screamed, and then—silence.
When the dust settled, the well was sealed once more. The woman in white stood by the entrance, her expression one of relief. As the first rays of dawn pierced the night, she slowly faded away, her spirit finally at peace.
The residents who had fled never returned. The chawl was abandoned, left to decay. But Rohan knew the truth—the evil was never fully gone. It merely waited, biding its time, whispering from the depths of the well.
And one day, someone would hear its call.
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