Chapter 1: The Transfer
In early 2025, Laxman Prasad, a disciplined and sharp-minded police officer from Odisha, was transferred to a remote posting Phulbani Police Station, a place surrounded by dense forest and silence that felt… unnatural.
The station stood isolated, almost swallowed by the wilderness behind it. https://unbiasedpollkhol.com/
During the day, it buzzed with activity.
At night… it felt abandoned by the world.
Laxman was assigned night duty 9 PM to 5 AM.
Just him, a sub-inspector, and a couple of home guards.
And silence.
Too much silence.
Chapter 2: The Woman Who Didn’t Speak
One night, around 2 AM, Laxman entered the station and noticed something unusual.
In the waiting hall, a woman sat in the corner, her head bowed. Beside her stood a little girl.
Still. Quiet. Unmoving.
Something about them felt… off.
Laxman approached gently.
“Ma’am, is everything alright?”
No response.
He asked again.
Slowly… the woman lifted her head.
Her lips moved…
but no sound came out.
A chill ran down his spine.
For a moment, their eyes met and something inside Laxman told him…
this was not normal
But duty called. He walked away.
Yet her face stayed in his mind.
Chapter 3: The Vanishing
Later that evening, Laxman was sent to investigate a theft case in a village nearly 70 km away.
As their vehicle drove past the road just outside the station…
He froze.
The same woman, Standing on the roadside.
Head down, The little girl beside her.
“Stop the car,” Laxman ordered.
He stepped out. Turned around
No one, They were gone.
His team looked confused.
“Sir… there was no one there.”
But Laxman knew what he saw.
Or… thought he did.
Chapter 4: The Photograph
At the crime scene, Laxman questioned the residents
Damodar, his wife Pooja, and their servant Suresh.
Everything seemed normal… until Laxman noticed something.
A wall clock, frozen at 7:10, And beside it…
A photograph.
A woman sitting on a chair.
A little girl in her lap, Laxman’s breath caught.
It was her,The same woman.
The same child.
“Who are they?” he asked.
Damodar replied casually,
“My sister Deepika… and her daughter Sonam. They died in a car accident… about a year and a half ago.”
Laxman didn’t say anything, But something wasn’t right.
Chapter 5: The Knocking
That night, back at the station, only three people remained inside.
Laxman.
A home guard, And a female writer.
Then
Knock.
A sharp sound echoed from the back gate,The gate that opened into the forest.
Laxman ignored it at first, Then came scratching. Like nails dragging across metal.
“Who’s there?!” he shouted.
Silence.
Then suddenly
LOUDER knocking.
More aggressive.
More desperate.
Laxman marched toward the gate and flung it open.
The forest stared back at him. Dark, Endless, Watching.
The light above flickered…
and went out.
Total darkness.
Then
A sound.
A little girl’s laughter.
Soft, Echoing, Wrong.
Chapter 6: Into the Forest
Against every instinct, Laxman stepped into the forest.
Following the sound, Step by step.
Deeper.
Then he saw them, About 50 meters ahead
The woman… lying on the ground.
Her body torn ,One leg severed.
Blood everywhere.
Beside her sat the little girl.
Laughing.
Laxman froze.
The girl stood up suddenly…
and ran.
He followed her.
Through trees. Through shadows.
Until he found
A sack.
Old. Rotting. Smelling of death.
Hands trembling, he opened it.
Inside A child’s corpse.
The same girl.
Laxman staggered back, Turned around
She was gone.
Chapter 7: The Truth Buried
The next morning, investigation began.
The truth… was far worse than anything supernatural.
Deepika wasn’t Damodar’s sister.
She was his first wife.
Sonam was his daughter.
Damodar was an alcoholic.
One night, his servant Suresh offered him money…
In exchange for something unthinkable.
Drunk and blinded by greed, Damodar agreed.
That night
Both mother and daughter were brutally assaulted.
And then…
Killed. https://theprint.in/india/woman-kills-four-year-old-daughter/1809596/
Their bodies were buried in the very forest behind the police station.
For over a year…
the crime remained hidden.
Until the dead…
decided to speak.
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