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White Eyes: A Night That Chilled My Soul
Some encounters are so profound they shake you to your very core. That's what happened to me the day my gaze fell upon a person whose eyes were completely white. That single moment still sends a cold shiver down my spine today.
This happened last year. My friend, Amit, and I had traveled to a small village, far from the hustle and bustle of the city. Evening descends quickly in the village, and an eerie silence settles over everything. The owner of the guesthouse where we were staying told us about an old stepwell near the village. It was said that no one went there at night because there was something "strange" about it.
Amit, as always, was excited. "Come on, man, let's go there tonight. Let's see what's strange!" I hesitated a bit, saying, "Dude, if it's strange, leave it. We don't want to get into any unnecessary trouble." But Amit wouldn't back down. "Oh, scaredy-cat! These are just stories."
And so, we set off towards the stepwell. It was a moonlit night, and the tree branches rustled in the wind, as if trying to stop us from going further. As soon as we reached the stepwell, the air became even colder. There was a strange smell, like old earth and dampness.
We turned on our flashlights and began descending into the stepwell. The steps were broken, and moss covered the walls. As we reached the last step, the flashlight beam fell on a corner, and my breath caught in my throat.
A figure was sitting there. An old man, his clothes tattered and his hair disheveled. His face was withered, but the most terrifying thing was his eyes. Completely white, with no pupils, no sparkle. It was as if he had come from another world.
My tongue went dry. I couldn't move. Amit whispered, "Who... who is this?"
The old man's white eyes fixed directly on us. He slowly raised his head and spoke in a deep, trembling voice, "You... why did you come here?"
His voice had a strange echo, as if it was bouncing off the stepwell walls and returning. Goosebumps rose on my arms. Amit gripped my hand tightly.
Gathering some courage, I somehow managed to say, "We... we just... got lost."
The old man remained silent for a moment, his white eyes staring at us. Then he smiled, a smile that made my heart sink. There was no flesh on his lips, just a horrifying display of teeth.
He then said, "Those who come here, do not return..."
Hearing this, Amit's face turned pale. He pulled my hand hard, and we started scrambling upwards without thinking. We stumbled on the steps, narrowly avoiding falls, but didn't dare to look back. We just had to escape from there.
It was only when we got out of the stepwell and ran towards the village that we finally caught our breath. We told the guesthouse owner everything when we reached there, but he just smiled and said, "I told you, no one goes there at night."
Even today, when I remember that night, the old man's white eyes haunt my sleep. Who was he? Was he the guardian of that stepwell, or a wandering soul? These questions still echo in my mind, like an unsolved mystery.
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