Mountains- when we hear this word, we picture beautiful views. But these mountains are also home to bone-chilling incidents.
Shivansh, a mountaineer, had a fetish for explored deserted spots nestled in the mountains.
Adorning the country's head, is Kashmir, of which we have heard words of praise. But lurking behind those enchanting landscapes, are stories of paranoia.
On his trip to Kashmir, Shivansh decided to explore the dense pine forest in the early hours of dawn . He woke up at 3, layered himself with warm clothing, grabbed his camera and torch and started walking towards the pine forest surrounding the city of Gulmarg. The air was dense with fog, the streets were deserted and no other sound could be heard except the crunching of the leaves as Shivansh stepped on them. The paved streets led to the trail to the pine forest. He clutched his jacket closer to his chest as the air grew colder. Inside the forest, the tall slender trees grew like a cage as silence hung in the air.
After a good two minute walk through the dark,quiet trail, Shivansh felt as if someone was watching his movements. He planned the torch to survey history surroundings but found nothing except the hanging branches of the nearby tree. As he was about to start walking again, he ahead the sound of a twig breaking,followed by the sound of footsteps. The sounds grew intense and so did Shivansh's heartbeat. As soon as he felt that the sound was right behind him, he turned back with his breath held, but much to his content, the sounds were that of a cat.So, releasing a shaky breath, he started walking again.
Admiring and capturing his surroundings, Shivansh decided to retort back to his lodge and as he began walking back the same path, he heard a faint whimper. His steps halted. It sounded like someone was crying and calling out to him. Muffled among the whispers was his name, "Shivansh, help me Shivansh." His blood ran cold as the sound of anklets filled the air, the fog grewdenser and the pine trees seemed to close around him. The whispers, anklets, and howling of the wild animals created a daunting atmosphere. As Shivansh began running, he tripped on a branch and fell and the moment he looked up, a soul-wretching scream left his mouth....
The following morning,a group of shepherds were passing by the road that led to the forests. While walking, they noticed a trail of blood all along the forest and then they saw a camera and a torch lying next to a pair of hiking shoes and on the tree, in dark red blood, was written "Let him be with me"
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