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Newlyeed Jungle Haunting

It's a soul incident with Michael and Amelia after that

By Ganesh AgmPublished 6 months ago 3 min read
Newlyeed Jungle Haunting
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Shadows of the Forgotten

Once upon a time, in a land of mystique and allure, there stood a dense jungle, its verdant foliage whispering secrets that only the bravest dared to uncover. Nestled within this untamed realm was a solitary bungalow, its timeworn walls bathed in moonlight, and its secrets buried deep within its core. It was to this secluded abode that a newly married couple, Michael and Amelia, found themselves drawn on their honeymoon—a fateful decision that would forever alter the course of their lives.

Michael and Amelia were smitten with one another, their love a beacon of warmth amidst the darkness that surrounded them. Seeking solitude and adventure, they had chosen the jungle bungalow as their haven, unaware of the sinister tales that shrouded its very existence. The locals whispered about ancient curses, vengeful spirits, and the lingering shadows that plagued those who dared to trespass upon its threshold. Yet, love knows no fear, and the couple remained blissfully unaware of the horrors that awaited them.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long, foreboding shadows, Michael and Amelia arrived at the bungalow. Its facade bore the weight of forgotten memories, the marks of time etched upon its weary visage. The door creaked open, as if beckoning them into the unknown, and they stepped inside, their hearts aflutter with anticipation.

The bungalow exuded an eerie ambiance, each creak and whisper echoing through the stillness of the night. The couple explored the rooms, their hands intertwined, their laughter mingling with the chill that pervaded the air. As darkness enveloped the jungle, a sense of unease settled upon them, as if unseen eyes watched their every move.

That night, as they lay in their bed, the gentle rustling of leaves outside grew into a crescendo, accompanied by an otherworldly moan that seeped through the cracks in the walls. Amelia's heart raced as a spectral figure emerged from the shadows, its form a haze of ethereal wisps. Michael clutched her tightly, their trembling bodies pressed together in terror.

The figure drew closer, revealing a spectral woman—a forlorn soul seeking solace or revenge, none could tell. Her eyes, sunken and vacant, bore into the couple's souls, her lips whispering ancient incantations, words long forgotten by the living. Desperation filled her voice, pleading for release from her tormented existence.

Unable to flee or resist, the couple listened to her tale of woe. She had been a bride, once, married against her will to a cruel and callous man. He had brought her to this bungalow, where he sealed her in a chamber, leaving her to die a slow and agonizing death. The darkness had consumed her, and her spirit was forever trapped within these walls.

The tortured spirit recounted her longing for peace, her desire to move on from this realm of shadows. Amelia, her heart filled with compassion, vowed to aid the ghostly apparition. She embarked on a quest to uncover the truth, to find her remains and grant her the release she so desperately sought.

Days turned into nights, and the couple delved into the secrets that the jungle bungalow held. They unearthed a hidden chamber, its door obscured by layers of dust and time. Inside, they discovered a skeletal form, a testament to the woman's tragic fate. Their discovery sent shivers down their spines, but it also ignited a glimmer of hope.

Amelia, armed with knowledge and a determination to free the trapped soul, performed a solemn ritual. With trembling hands, she lit candles and recited ancient chants, beseeching the spirit to find solace and to find peace in the afterlife. As the final word left her lips, a blinding light enveloped the bungalow, followed by a profound stillness.

When the light dissipated, the ghostly apparition stood before them, her eyes filled with gratitude and a newfound serenity. The couple watched as she ascended towards the heavens, her form dissipating into the night sky. The curse that plagued the jungle bungalow was lifted, and peace returned to its forgotten walls.

From that day forward, Michael and Amelia carried the memory of their encounter with the supernatural. Their love deepened, forged through the crucible of fear and courage. They departed the jungle bungalow, forever changed, forever grateful for the bonds they had formed and the spirits they had set free.

And as time passed, the bungalow stood silently, its walls whispering tales of love and redemption, reminding all who ventured near of the shadows of the forgotten and the power of compassion in the face of the unknown.

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Ganesh Agm

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