डरावनी दास्तां

A poor little girl, wearing a torn dhoti and dirty kurta, was wandering from street to street, holding an old bowl in her hand. Her eyes were empty and lifeless, as if she was drowned in some deep sorrow. She was not begging like any other girl, but was humming a forgotten tune, which would send chills down the spine of those who listened to her. Instead of putting money in the bowl, people would shoo her away in fear. It is said that she was not a child, but a ghost, who had come to take revenge for her ruthless murder that happened years ago. Her bowl was not for begging, but to keep account of people's sins. She had come to snatch away the peace of the souls of those who had wronged her. She was not a child, but a curse, which was hovering over that village. Her tune, her empty gaze, and her old bowl, all were telling the story of her pain and revenge.

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