Radha, a determined and ambitious 26-year-old, had always been known for her dedication to work. She had traveled to her aunt’s village to celebrate the festival. However, her plans took an unexpected turn when an urgent call from her office disrupted the festivities.

With a crucial client meeting scheduled for the next morning, Radha had no choice but to cut her visit short. Despite her aunt’s concern, she decided to drive back late at night.

Radha fastened her seatbelt, her fingers tapping impatiently on the steering wheel. The distant sounds of crickets and the rustling leaves filled the stillness of the village night.

Her aunt, Anu, stood by the gate, her face clouded with worry.

"Radha, are you sure about this?" Anu asked, her voice heavy with concern. "It’s not safe to drive this late it's already 12 : 30, especially through Charmadi Ghat. You know the stories—people meeting with strange, unexplainable accidents there."

Charmadi Ghat, is a place name ,it is a stunning sight during the day, with misty hills, waterfalls, and lush green forests. It's a peaceful retreat, perfect for nature lovers.

But at night, it becomes a place of fear. The roads are dark and dangerous, with sharp curves, and eerie silence fills the air. Locals tell stories of mysterious accidents, strange shadows, and figures disappearing into the night.

Charmadi gath is the only way out of the village which connects to the main road.so every traveler must go through this path it is 25 km long forest path.

Radha sighed, forcing a reassuring smile. "Aunty, I’ll drive carefully. Trust me, nothing will happen. I’ll stick to the speed limit and keep my eyes on the road."

Anu’s unease deepened. "Can’t you just stay the night? It’s only a few hours until morning. You don’t need to risk it."

"I can’t, aunty. My client’s arriving tomorrow morning, and I have an important meeting. I can’t afford to miss it," Radha explained, her tone firm but calm.

Anu clutched her shawl tightly. "Then take your uncle with you. At least you’ll have someone to keep you company."

Radha shook her head, chuckling softly. "Aunty, it’s fine. Uncle doesn’t need to lose sleep over this. I’ll manage on my own. Don’t worry so much."

Anu’s eyes narrowed with a mix of exasperation and worry. "Radha, listen to me. No matter what, don’t stop your car in Charmadi Ghat. Not for anything. Do you hear me?"

Radha waved dismissively. "Yes, yes, aunty. I got it. I’ll be fine." She started the car, its headlights cutting through the darkness. "You worry too much. I’ll call you once I reach home, okay?"

Anu watched the car roll down the narrow road, its taillights disappearing into the night. She murmured under her breath, "God, please keep her safe. There’s something about that place... all those accidents, and no one knows why. It’s as if Charmadi Ghat is cursed."

The wind picked up, whispering through the trees, as Radha’s car disappeared into the blackness of the forested hills.

Radha drove through the silent night, the clock ticking past 1 AM. The dense darkness of Charmadi Ghat enveloped her car as she murmured to herself, trying to shake off her growing unease.

"Aunty worries too much," Radha muttered, gripping the steering wheel tighter. "People crash here because they’re reckless, not because of some silly superstitions."

As she entered the Charmadi Ghat forest area, a chilling mist began to creep across the road. Radha frowned, her heart picking up pace.

"Where did this mist come from?" she whispered, glancing at the silhouettes of towering trees. "This place is creepy enough without adding this fog. No wonder people are afraid to come here."

Her fingers tightened on the wheel as she pressed down on the accelerator slightly. "I can’t slow down now... Honestly, I’m starting to get a little scared."

Suddenly, a cold chill ran down her spine as she caught something in her rearview mirror—a pale, creepy woman sitting silently in the back seat of her car, her hollow eyes fixed on Radha.

Radha gasped, slamming the brakes and nearly skidding to a halt. Her breath hitched as she slowly turned to look behind her, her hands trembling. The back seat was empty.

Letting out a shaky sigh of relief, Radha muttered, "What’s wrong with me? I’m letting this forest get into my head. There’s no one there... There couldn’t be..."

She tried to compose herself and resumed driving, but her heart was racing. "I need to get out of here fast."

The road twisted and turned, leading her to the middle of the Ghat—the highest point of the mountain path.

As she rounded a bend, her headlights illuminated the figure of a woman standing in the middle of the road.

Radha screamed and slammed the brakes!!, her car coming to a screeching halt just inches away from the figure.

Her heart pounding, Radha whispered, "Did I hit her? Oh god, please tell me I didn’t hit her."

But before she could process anything, the woman began banging on the car window, her desperate cries piercing the night.

Radha flinched as the woman, dressed in a bloodstained kurta, looked straight into her eyes.

"Please! Please help me!" the woman sobbed, her voice trembling with panic.

With shaky hands, Radha rolled down the window slightly. "What’s wrong? Are you okay?"

The woman grabbed Radha’s hand, her grip icy cold and trembling. "My name is Giya," she sobbed. "My family—my husband and son—they had an accident! They’re trapped in the forest! Please, you have to help me!"

Radha stared at her in shock. "An accident? Where are they now?"

Giya pointed a trembling finger toward the dark, looming forest. "They’re in there... I tried to get help, but there’s no signal here. I couldn’t call anyone. Please, they’re hurt! I beg you!"

Radha hesitated, her instincts screaming at her to drive away, but the woman’s desperate pleas tugged at her heart.

"Okay," Radha said finally, her voice shaking. "I’ll help you. Let me grab my first aid kit."

She reached into the car, her hands fumbling as she retrieved the kit. With every step she took into the forest, the darkness seemed to grow heavier, the air colder. The trees loomed overhead like shadowy sentinels, their branches twisting like clawed hands.

The woman led Radha deeper into the forest, her sobs echoing in the eerie silence. Radha’s breaths quickened as unease crept over her. "Giya, how far is it?" she asked, glancing around nervously.

Not far," Giya whispered, her voice oddly calm now. "Just a little further."

Radha’s grip on the first aid kit tightened. Something felt off, but she pushed the thought away. She had already committed to helping, and turning back now wasn’t an option.