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Chapter 2: The Professor’s Story
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“I had been there barely three weeks when one night, a scream came from the hostel. So horrifying that the entire building woke up. When people rushed there, they saw that the door of Room No. 203 was locked from the inside. There was no sound coming from within.” “The warden arrived, the door was broken — and what was inside… changed my life.” He fell silent. The room was swallowed by silence. Someone finally gathered the courage to ask, “What was it, sir?” Raghavan smiled. “The room was completely empty. But written on the wall in blood were the words — ‘She has returned.’ And the most terrifying part — the boy who lived in that room, Aniket, was present in my lecture the very next day.” “But sir, you said he was dead?” a student in the front asked, his voice trembling. Raghavan nodded. “Yes… I was there myself. I saw his body. His throat was slit. The police were called, a post-mortem was done. But the next day… when I walked into the class, he was sitting on the very first bench — smiling.” Some students gasped for breath. Someone whispered, “That’s impossible…” Raghavan only said — “Impossible is the word fear loves the most.” The One Who Returned “I thought perhaps I was hallucinating. But after class, Aniket himself came to me and said — ‘Sir, you saw me yesterday, didn’t you?’ There was something strange in his eyes… as if he remembered everything. I asked, ‘Are you okay?’ He replied — ‘I’m fine now, sir… she said she would bring me back.’” Raghavan’s voice trembled. “I asked — who? He spoke just one name — Meera. A girl named Meera, who had committed suicide in the hostel the previous year.” The candle flame went out in a sudden gust. Some students screamed in fear. Without moving, Raghavan said — “Don’t be afraid… I was still teaching at that college when the second death happened. And every time, the one who died was seen in class the next morning.” The auditorium was now completely silent. Only the whisper of the wind — and the sound of breathing. Truth or Story? Raghavan spoke softly, “The story wasn’t over… but if I tell the rest, you probably won’t be able to sleep tonight.” A trembling voice asked, “Sir… what happened next?” He smiled. “What next? How I reached here — that story will tell itself. Just remember this — whenever I see a face like Aniket’s in a class, I know it’s not a human being… it’s someone who has returned to fulfill a promise.” Slowly, he stood up. The darkness in the room deepened. Someone noticed — on the wall behind the stage, a blood-red shadow had begun to form. Written on it were the words — ‘She has returned.’ Panic spread through the auditorium. Someone tried to open the door — but it was locked. And Professor Raghavan? He was no longer there.
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