It was a stormy night in Black Hollow. Rain poured heavily, and the wind howled like a wild animal. Aarav sat alone in his grandmother’s old house, staring at the flickering fire. The house creaked with every gust of wind, and the eerie silence made him feel uneasy. His grandmother had always warned him about this house, saying it held dark secrets. But Aarav had never believed her.

Until tonight.

As the clock struck midnight, Aarav heard faint whispers. At first, he thought it was just the wind. But then, his name echoed softly.

“Aarav…”

He froze, his...