Anil Ruhil — 5/5 — 7M ago

In the northern plains of India, surrounded by fields of wheat and dusty roads, there was a quiet village named Dharampur. From the outside, it looked peaceful—children played in the streets, farmers worked in the fields, and old banyan trees shaded the narrow paths. But the people of Dharampur had a rule they never explained to outsiders. No one went near the old well after sunset. The well stood behind an abandoned temple at the edge of the village. It was deep, ancient, and surrounded by broken stones covered in moss. Even in the heat of summer, the air around it felt strangely cold. Villagers said the well was cursed. But