The Ghost of the Village Well

It was one thirty in the morning, and the entire village was swallowed

by a deathly silence. Outside the quiet village, near the old

stone well, something was stirring in the deep shadows. From the depths

of that hollow pit, the faint sound of a child crying could be

heard. Ramu, gripped by fear but drawn by the cries,

slowly approached the edge of the darkness. What Ramu saw inside made his

blood run cold. A pale, tiny hand reached out from within. In a sudden

flash of terror, the boy recoiled as the cold fingers gripped the stone.