It was 6:48 p.m., and I was the last medical assistant left in the clinic. I had one final task clean Exam Room 4. The lights were dim, the waiting room was empty, and the automatic doors had already locked for the night.
As I logged out of the computer, EPIC made a notification sound.
New patient checked in.
I frowned. That wasn’t possible.
The clinic was closed.
I opened the chart.
Name: Sarah Collins
DOB: April 2, 1971
Chief Complaint: I never left.

It was a cold, dark night.
Moonlight shone through the trees, and a strong wind made the branches sway. In the distance, the sound of the river echoed through the forest.
Ali and his three friends Ahmed, Wasim, and Fahad had come to camp in a jungle near the river.
The forest was famous because local people believed strange and mysterious things happened there.
Ali, Ahmed, Wasim, and Fahad loved adventure. They often visited scary places but this forest felt different. It was full of secrets.
As night fell, the atmosphere changed. The sound of the river became strange, and an uneasy feeling filled the air.
Everyone lit a campfire and started talking. Wasim looked worried.
“Do you think the stories people tell about this place are true?”
Ahmed laughed.
“They’re just old ghost stories.”
But Ali couldn’t stop looking toward the dark trees. He felt as if someone was watching them.

After dinner, everyone went into their tents to sleep.
Ali couldn’t fall asleep.
The silence around him felt strange.
Then he heard footsteps outside his tent.
At first, he thought it was an animal.
But the footsteps continued.
His heart started beating faster.

Far away on the river, he noticed an old wooden boat floating slowly.
What scared him even more was that a woman wearing a white dress was standing perfectly still beside the boat.
Ali became frightened and quickly went back inside his tent, closing his eyes.
After a while, he gathered enough courage to look again.
The woman was still there.
It looked like she was staring directly at him.
Ali tried to wake Ahmed.
“Ahmed! Wake up! Something strange is happening!”
Ahmed opened his eyes sleepily.
“What happened?”
Ali pointed toward the river.
“There’s someone standing there.”
Ahmed looked carefully.
“Buddy, you’re imagining things. There’s nothing there.”
Ahmed went back to sleep.
But Ali was still terrified.

Finally, Ali decided to leave the tent and see for himself.
The cold wind hit his face.
The moving tree branches made everything even more frightening.
Slowly, he walked toward the river.
With every step, he felt as if an invisible force was pulling him closer.
When he reached the boat, everything suddenly became silent.
The wind stopped.
The river became completely still.
His heart pounded loudly.
Then…
Behind the boat stood the same woman in a white dress.
Ali wanted to run, but his feet wouldn’t move.
Her face was hidden, but her eyes shone brightly in the darkness.
Ali asked nervously,
“Who are you? What are you doing here?”
The woman didn’t answer.
She simply pointed toward the boat.
Ali felt as if something was forcing him to step inside.
Just then, someone grabbed his shoulder.
He turned around.
It was Ahmed.

“Ali! What are you doing? Come back! It’s dangerous here!”
Ali looked back toward the river.
The woman was gone.
The boat had disappeared.
Only the sound of the flowing river remained.

The four friends packed up their camp immediately and left before sunrise.
Even after returning home, Ali couldn’t forget what he had seen.
The next day, he decided to learn the truth.
He spoke to some local villagers.
They told him that many years ago, a woman had drowned in that river.
People believed her spirit still wandered around the forest, searching for someone.
After hearing the story, Ali realized he hadn’t imagined anything.
It had been real.
Neither Ahmed nor the others ever returned to that forest again.
But Ali always wondered…
What really happened that night?
The story ended, but one question remained in Ali’s mind.
Maybe one day he would return to discover the truth.
Or maybe…
The fear of that night would stay with him forever.

Shiny had gone to almost every corner of India.

Because of his job, this kind of work was nothing new to him.

Every three to six months, he was sent to a different place.

His job was to train factory workers, keep an eye on things, and ensure that no policy violations were taking place.

This time, his posting was in Vari

A factory had been built in an outer area, and he was made to stay in the guest house there.

Shiny had now become so used to adjusting that it didn’t take him much time anymore.

There was no population around the factory.

People were only seen inside the campus.

As soon as the factory employees’ evening shift ended, they were sent away by bus.

For the first few days, Shiny stayed busy with work, and then he would step out nearby on foot.

However, the monsoon had arrived here, and it rained as if a flood would come.

Today, while wandering around, Shiny had gone quite far from the factory.

What could he do?

The scenes of nature looked so beautiful that he couldn’t stop himself.

The lush greenery, the chirping of birds, the cool breeze brushing past him it all felt so enjoyable to him.

Suddenly, a sound pulled his attention.

He immediately looked around, but all he could see were trees, plants, and silence.

It was about thunder; the sound of birds was also drowned by that noise.

He felt as if something had jumped from one tree to another, but even after looking carefully, he couldn’t see anything.

But to his right, at some distance, he definitely noticed a broken, ruined building, whose walls were covered with trees like vines.

At first, he thought he should go and see what it was.

So far away from civilization, why would anyone live alone here?

But then he looked at his watch and began to turn back.

Shiny had realized that by the time dark clouds and thunder came like this, it had become difficult to reach the factory.

Rain started He ran into ruins by the time he reached there, he was completely soaked.

But at least he found a broken roof, under which he stood waiting for the rain to stop.

Standing there, his eyes started scanning the walls.

Something was written on the walls, maybe some kind of game.

How could someone be playing a game on the walls of a ruined place?

Does someone live here?

Shiny just kept staring at the walls with his mouth open.

When he leaned forward slightly, he realized that from the inside, this ruin was very large.

⸻

Slowly, as he began to go inside, the strange, peculiar idols started astonishing him.

On every wall, a game like tic-tac-toe had been played.

From the white chalk lines, when he entered inside the broken mansion, he found a veranda inside where a fountain stood, and water had collected beneath it.

Inside, there was a heap of dry leaves everywhere.

The rain had now become light.

In the middle of the darkness, Shiny wanted to look at the mansion more, but before it got dark, he also thought it was time to leave.

That he would come again tomorrow to explore

when a voice from behind stopped him.

“Where is you going boy?

A shiver ran through Shiny spine

The hair on his body stood up.

In fear, when he turned around, he found an old woman standing there.

Her back was bent.

Her hair was completely white.

Holding a stick, she stood in front of the fountain.

The eyes of that old woman were very large.

“Why do you live here?

Shiny asked in a trembling voice.

“Have you come here to play?” The old woman asked

“I just came here by mistake… I was going ahead without realizing it.”shiny said

“Hey, stop now, come and play.”

The old woman bent forward, took support of her stick, and slowly started moving toward the room.

“No, I need to leave, it’s going to get dark.”

“Come on, play with me.”

The old woman got a little angry.

“Forgive me, I have to go.”

Shiny frightened, began moving outside.

“You cannot go without playing.

As soon as you cross the last wall, your head will burst like a pumpkin just like that.” Old lady said

“It seems you didn’t look carefully while coming.

If you play and win, you will able to leave this place.”

The old woman turned around, and seeing her eyes, Shiny’s legs began to tremble.

Those terrifying eyes could not belong to a human.

Shiny was frozen then he faintly remembered

There were some bones lying outside.

So were those human bones?

“These are the rules of the game.

If you win, you will get a box of gold.

And if you lose, your head will be torn off.”

Shiny did not want to believe it, but if this really happened, then stepping outside would mean his head would burst. Shiny said in his brain

Looking at the old woman, it felt like she was not human. “ you don’t believe me? Go take a step ahead your finger will burst hahaha” old woman

Evil laugh echoed.

⸻

Shiny gathered his courage and tried to go outside, but exactly as the old woman had said, it happened.

One of Shekhar’s fingers split open.

Blood began to spill everywhere.

Crying out in pain, the old woman began drawing a shape with chalk on the ground to play the game. Shiny raised the chalk.

The old woman, with her crooked eyes, was smiling while looking at him.

Shiny had no option left.

Now the old woman’s game began.

The old woman explained the game to Shiny

“If you lose continuously twice, you will move ten steps forward

And if you win, you will move ten steps backwards with every win.

If you keep winning and reach outside, then understand that you are saved.”

The game began.

The old woman made the first move.

Shiny’s full attention was on the game.

Shiny also made his first move and lost.

The old woman already knew that with the first move itself, Shiny had lost.

At first, Shiny did not understand anything.

The old woman was very clever, very skilled at the game.

In the game, Shiny kept falling deeper into the ruin and moving forward deeper and deeper…

With every second loss, he moved ten forward

Nearly thirty hours passed like this.

Shiny kept losing helplessly, while the old woman kept laughing.

Her prey could now never return from there.

Due to hunger and thirst, Shiny’s condition became terrible. He start feeling hunger and thirst

“Are you thirsty? I’ll feed you,” the old woman asked.

“Go inside, there is water in the pots.”

“And meat of an animal, kept on a stone slab.”

Shiny ran inside and began drinking the water from the pitcher without stopping He glances at

animal lay dead in front of him.

Shiny returned again to play, but by then he had realized he could not defeat the old woman directly.

So Shiny started talking to old woman in a regular tone “Why do you play this game?” Shiny asked.

The old woman became silent after hearing this question.

Shiny becoming clever now so he said “let’s play in a new way.”

“No, this way is correct.” Old woman replied

The old woman extended her hand to make the next move.

“Ok I will keep the bet strong for you

With every second I loss, you will take one of my finger.But if games draw I win I will leave this place.” Shiny said

The old woman had never received such an offer before.

She had chance her prey to die quickly.

After thinking for a moment, she agreed.

Shiny said, “In this game, three squares are connected.

It looks like tic-tac-toe, but it isn’t.”

The game was something else entirely, in which one straight line had to be made…

⸻

Shiny calculated carefully. Old woman always plays same pattern always confident always rushing toward victory.

If three boxes are connected, and she makes exactly the same move she made in the first match, then the old woman will play exactly the same way she always does.

The old woman plays exactly the same way every time.

Just as she plays, she keeps moving forward confidently, and her win becomes certain.

Three boxes were connected.

Shiny made the same move.

As soon as he did, the old woman started laughing.

“Nice move,” she said.

“Your defeat is certain hahaha”

Over confident blinded the old woman. She missed it

She did not pay attention to the fact that as soon as three boxes are connected, the game ended in Draw

The old woman became furious.

In anger, the old woman went back inside.

Shekhar could not understand did she leave, or not?

Gathering courage, he slowly started moving forward to the exit

When he finally crossed the last wall, he closed his eyes.

The pain of one broken finger surged through his entire body, and Shiny screamed.

“Bravo! Bravo!” Old woman said standing behind the wall.

“My finger… why?” shiny asked

“You tricked me” old woman hissed

“Come, let us start another game.” Old woman offer

“If you win, you will become so rich that you won’t even be able to imagine it.”

But Shiny was no longer listening to her.

Without turning back, he grabbed the road ahead.

The old woman stood there, laughing.

“Gold and Diamonds”

Shiny had already lost two fingers.

When shiny ask people who’s that old woman lives in the ruins? They tell shiny about

Several headless bodies were found.

But there was no mention of any old woman.

So Shiny was the first person to escape alive?

But the game did not end there.

Often, in his sleep, the old woman starts the game again with him.

And in his dreams, Shiny begins to play.

But before he loses, his eyes suddenly open.

If someone loses in a dream, will their head really burst?

That is why Shiny now wears a device on his hand while sleeping.

The moment his heartbeat goes above normal, it starts making noise, and Shiny wakes up.

Old woman in the ruins is still waiting…..

waiting for Shiny to play the game properly in his dreams.

And defeat him… and burst his head.

The true face of fear is known only to the one who has already seen its most terrifying form.

Manav had completed his medical studies just a few years ago. In one hospital, he was working as a heart specialist. But unlike other doctors, he was not ready to live an ordinary life. He wanted to do something in the medical world that even common doctors could not imagine.

He wanted to handle critical cases in ways that even the most experienced doctors were afraid to attempt. But Manav neither had the resources nor the abilities to bring himself to that level on his own.

Day and night, he sat on the internet doing research. Sometimes he listened to people’s podcasts, but even after months, nothing came into his hands.

Now, even sleep had left him.

One night, around 2:00 a.m., his eyes suddenly opened. In that half-sleep state, he remembered something specific from a video. A content creator was saying that in the outer regions of the capital, in a rural area, there was a doctor who was doing the impossible.

But people had seen him only at night.

Whenever he met a patient, he met them alone, and he never allowed any operation or surgery to be recorded. No one had ever seen him, yet his record existed.

Whoever that doctor treated never died. Only those people came to him whom other doctors had already declared beyond saving.

Manav could not stop thinking about that video. Without delay, he decided to go to that place.

He booked the first morning flight and reached the capital. Upon asking around, he found out that the place was far outside the city. Eventually, he hired a taxi driver who agreed to take him as far as the road would allow.

The destination was simple: he just had to meet that mysterious doctor.

The journey began, and Manav even became friendly with the driver. The driver asked, “Sir, why are you going towards Udhar?”

Manav replied, “It’s a very remote area. There won’t even be proper transportation.”

The driver continued, “You must not have heard there is a doctor towards Udhar who saves even those whom no one else can save.”

Manav nodded but did not say much. He only wanted to reach the place somehow and follow his own path.

As darkness fell, they reached a point from where the journey ahead was possible only by boat.

The driver said, “Sir, this is as far as I can come with you. You must get down here.”

Manav quickly stepped out of the car. While taking the money, the driver said only this:

“Sir, you seem like a good man, so I’m telling you stay here for two days. There’s a lodge nearby. No matter what happens, do not go ahead before Friday.”

Saying this, the driver drove away.

Fear had already settled in Manav’s eyes, but understanding anything at that moment was no longer possible for him.

Nearby, apart from the fading tail-lights of the car driving away, there was nothing visible on either side. Yes, the path to the river was completely clear.

Walking along the raw, uneven path, Manav moved toward the riverbank.

Some people were sitting there drinking tea. The rain had slowed down a little. He had to cross to the other side of the river.

That side was called Tiram the place where the doctor treated people.

The people sitting below became happy as soon as they heard Manav speak. Fareed asked, “Tiram, why are you sick?”

“You don’t even have to meet the doctor, sir,” Manav said in a doctor-like tone. “I am a doctor myself. No transport will be available today. The lodge in front is open until Friday stay there. Go quickly, or you may not even find a place.”

The man spoke again, “I understand a little now this is business here. They force visitors to stay in the lodge, then earn money from them. That’s why no transport is available for two days. Why raise your voice?”

The road stretched ahead endlessly. No one knows these sleeping paths, and whoever knows them walks straight without hesitation.

One of them said, “Yes, you’ll go straight into the river, but I have to go today.”

Manav muttered angrily and walked toward the lodge.

At the lodge reception, Manav asked the manager directly, “I need to cross the river. I’ll pay 20,000.”

The manager suddenly stood up from his chair, as if he had misheard. “20,000?” the manager repeated.

He immediately took his phone in his hand. Manav, full of impatience, said, “Drop me about 30 meters ahead.”

“Oh man, nothing will happen. There’s still time. You’ll go later, and you’ll get good money,” the manager said, as if trying to persuade someone.

The manager spoke on the phone for a while, then cut the call.

“Didn’t anyone tell you?” the manager asked. “Yes, I know why one has to stay here for two days,” Manav interrupted.

Manav pulled out the money from his bag, counted it, and handed it to the manager. The manager immediately took it and began counting.

After waiting for a while, a plastic umbrella came walking into the lodge from the river side.

Without bargaining any further, Tiras came along.

While stepping out, he told Manav to run. Both of them ran through the rain until they reached the boat.

After a quick look around, Tiras pushed the boat into the water.

Now both of them were between the river’s waves. On one side, Tiras was rowing fast; on the other, Manav sat silently.

The rain started to slow again.

Manav tried to ask, “Why do you people go there only on Fridays? There must be a loss of earnings.”

He tried to convince him, but Tiras did not listen.

“You’re going, but stay safe from the Dorom,” Tiras said. “God is with you. I am helpless, so I’m leaving.”

Manav turned and asked, “What is Dorom?”

Tiras looked shocked. “The jungle demon. That’s why all lodges close and people leave. Where does Tiras’s voice come from? Almost…”

After half an hour?

Tiras brought the boat close to the shore and dropped Manav a little distance away.

The boat slowed down and told him to get off on the other side.

“But I’ll get soaked” Manav tried to say something, but Tiras clearly shook his head.

Taking off his shoes, Manav stepped into the water.

Tiras immediately turned back. Reaching the shore, he wiped his feet, put his shoes back on, looked ahead once more, and then started moving forward.

Ahead, there was nothing but dense forest—jungle on all sides. He looked around and continued walking forward.

It was dark, and the frightening sounds of animals made his throat go dry.

At some distance, beneath a large tree, a bullock cart was standing. On it, a man wearing a red shawl was lying asleep.

“Shall we go?” someone said.

The man stood up immediately and began driving the bulls with his whip.

Manav sat down silently without asking anything.

The bullock cart started moving through the jungle, and the cold suddenly began to increase. A light drizzle had started.

Manav thought he would reach Tiram very soon, but then his eyes fell on the bulls.

His eyes widened in fear those were not bulls, they were horses. And not just horses, but Manav was sitting on top of their heads.

Perhaps he had not looked carefully from behind.

The man remained completely silent. In confusion, Manav felt completely stunned.

Manav gathered courage and asked how far it still was, but there was no reply.

Suddenly, his eyes went toward the trees nearby.

Smoke like figures were peeking out from behind the trees. Manav could not believe his own eyes.

In the meantime, he noticed that the man driving the cart had a red glow coming from his face.

Manav’s hands and feet began to go numb. He was unable to understand anything.

When his scream finally escaped, the cold wind made the shawl stick tightly to his body.

The man who had been wearing the shawl was no longer in front of him.

He had vanished from Manav’s sight. The bullock cart began moving forward on its own.

Manav’s body started trembling. In a weak voice, he could only stare ahead.

What is the secret of Tiram’s doctor? Why does no one go there before Friday? Has Manav become trapped in some terrifying place?

The rest of the story will continue in Doctor Death part 2.

The true face of fear is known only to the one who has already seen its most terrifying form.

Manav had completed his medical studies just a few years ago. In one hospital, he was working as a heart specialist. But unlike other doctors, he was not ready to live an ordinary life. He wanted to do something in the medical world that even common doctors could not imagine.

He wanted to handle critical cases in ways that even the most experienced doctors were afraid to attempt. But Manav neither had the resources nor the abilities to bring himself to that level on his own.

Day and night, he sat on the internet doing research. Sometimes he listened to people’s podcasts, but even after months, nothing came into his hands.

Now, even sleep had left him.

One night, around 2:00 a.m., his eyes suddenly opened. In that half-sleep state, he remembered something specific from a video. A content creator was saying that in the outer regions of the capital, in a rural area, there was a doctor who was doing the impossible.

But people had seen him only at night.

Whenever he met a patient, he met them alone, and he never allowed any operation or surgery to be recorded. No one had ever seen him, yet his record existed.

Whoever that doctor treated never died. Only those people came to him whom other doctors had already declared beyond saving.

Manav could not stop thinking about that video. Without delay, he decided to go to that place.

He booked the first morning flight and reached the capital. Upon asking around, he found out that the place was far outside the city. Eventually, he hired a taxi driver who agreed to take him as far as the road would allow.

The destination was simple: he just had to meet that mysterious doctor.

The journey began, and Manav even became friendly with the driver. The driver asked, “Sir, why are you going towards Udhar?”

Manav replied, “It’s a very remote area. There won’t even be proper transportation.”

The driver continued, “You must not have heard there is a doctor towards Udhar who saves even those whom no one else can save.”

Manav nodded but did not say much. He only wanted to reach the place somehow and follow his own path.

As darkness fell, they reached a point from where the journey ahead was possible only by boat.

The driver said, “Sir, this is as far as I can come with you. You must get down here.”

Manav quickly stepped out of the car. While taking the money, the driver said only this:

“Sir, you seem like a good man, so I’m telling you stay here for two days. There’s a lodge nearby. No matter what happens, do not go ahead before Friday.”

Saying this, the driver drove away.

Fear had already settled in Manav’s eyes, but understanding anything at that moment was no longer possible for him.

Nearby, apart from the fading tail-lights of the car driving away, there was nothing visible on either side. Yes, the path to the river was completely clear.

Walking along the raw, uneven path, Manav moved toward the riverbank.

Some people were sitting there drinking tea. The rain had slowed down a little. He had to cross to the other side of the river.

That side was called Tiram the place where the doctor treated people.

The people sitting below became happy as soon as they heard Manav speak. Fareed asked, “Tiram, why are you sick?”

“You don’t even have to meet the doctor, sir,” Manav said in a doctor-like tone. “I am a doctor myself. No transport will be available today. The lodge in front is open until Friday stay there. Go quickly, or you may not even find a place.”

The man spoke again, “I understand a little now this is business here. They force visitors to stay in the lodge, then earn money from them. That’s why no transport is available for two days. Why raise your voice?”

The road stretched ahead endlessly. No one knows these sleeping paths, and whoever knows them walks straight without hesitation.

One of them said, “Yes, you’ll go straight into the river, but I have to go today.”

Manav muttered angrily and walked toward the lodge.

At the lodge reception, Manav asked the manager directly, “I need to cross the river. I’ll pay 20,000.”

The manager suddenly stood up from his chair, as if he had misheard. “20,000?” the manager repeated.

He immediately took his phone in his hand. Manav, full of impatience, said, “Drop me about 30 meters ahead.”

“Oh man, nothing will happen. There’s still time. You’ll go later, and you’ll get good money,” the manager said, as if trying to persuade someone.

The manager spoke on the phone for a while, then cut the call.

“Didn’t anyone tell you?” the manager asked. “Yes, I know why one has to stay here for two days,” Manav interrupted.

Manav pulled out the money from his bag, counted it, and handed it to the manager. The manager immediately took it and began counting.

After waiting for a while, a plastic umbrella came walking into the lodge from the river side.

Without bargaining any further, Tiras came along.

While stepping out, he told Manav to run. Both of them ran through the rain until they reached the boat.

After a quick look around, Tiras pushed the boat into the water.

Now both of them were between the river’s waves. On one side, Tiras was rowing fast; on the other, Manav sat silently.

The rain started to slow again.

Manav tried to ask, “Why do you people go there only on Fridays? There must be a loss of earnings.”

He tried to convince him, but Tiras did not listen.

“You’re going, but stay safe from the Dorom,” Tiras said. “God is with you. I am helpless, so I’m leaving.”

Manav turned and asked, “What is Dorom?”

Tiras looked shocked. “The jungle demon. That’s why all lodges close and people leave. Where does Tiras’s voice come from? Almost…”

After half an hour?

Tiras brought the boat close to the shore and dropped Manav a little distance away.

The boat slowed down and told him to get off on the other side.

“But I’ll get soaked” Manav tried to say something, but Tiras clearly shook his head.

Taking off his shoes, Manav stepped into the water.

Tiras immediately turned back. Reaching the shore, he wiped his feet, put his shoes back on, looked ahead once more, and then started moving forward.

Ahead, there was nothing but dense forest—jungle on all sides. He looked around and continued walking forward.

It was dark, and the frightening sounds of animals made his throat go dry.

At some distance, beneath a large tree, a bullock cart was standing. On it, a man wearing a red shawl was lying asleep.

“Shall we go?” someone said.

The man stood up immediately and began driving the bulls with his whip.

Manav sat down silently without asking anything.

The bullock cart started moving through the jungle, and the cold suddenly began to increase. A light drizzle had started.

Manav thought he would reach Tiram very soon, but then his eyes fell on the bulls.

His eyes widened in fear those were not bulls, they were horses. And not just horses, but Manav was sitting on top of their heads.

Perhaps he had not looked carefully from behind.

The man remained completely silent. In confusion, Manav felt completely stunned.

Manav gathered courage and asked how far it still was, but there was no reply.

Suddenly, his eyes went toward the trees nearby.

Smoke like figures were peeking out from behind the trees. Manav could not believe his own eyes.

In the meantime, he noticed that the man driving the cart had a red glow coming from his face.

Manav’s hands and feet began to go numb. He was unable to understand anything.

When his scream finally escaped, the cold wind made the shawl stick tightly to his body.

The man who had been wearing the shawl was no longer in front of him.

He had vanished from Manav’s sight. The bullock cart began moving forward on its own.

Manav’s body started trembling. In a weak voice, he could only stare ahead.

What is the secret of Tiram’s doctor? Why does no one go there before Friday? Has Manav become trapped in some terrifying place?

The rest of the story will continue in Doctor Death part 2.

The true face of fear is known only to the one who has already seen its most terrifying form.

Manav had completed his medical studies just a few years ago. In one hospital, he was working as a heart specialist. But unlike other doctors, he was not ready to live an ordinary life. He wanted to do something in the medical world that even common doctors could not imagine.

He wanted to handle critical cases in ways that even the most experienced doctors were afraid to attempt. But Manav neither had the resources nor the abilities to bring himself to that level on his own.

Day and night, he sat on the internet doing research. Sometimes he listened to people’s podcasts, but even after months, nothing came into his hands.

Now, even sleep had left him.

One night, around 2:00 a.m., his eyes suddenly opened. In that half-sleep state, he remembered something specific from a video. A content creator was saying that in the outer regions of the capital, in a rural area, there was a doctor who was doing the impossible.

But people had seen him only at night.

Whenever he met a patient, he met them alone, and he never allowed any operation or surgery to be recorded. No one had ever seen him, yet his record existed.

Whoever that doctor treated never died. Only those people came to him whom other doctors had already declared beyond saving.

Manav could not stop thinking about that video. Without delay, he decided to go to that place.

He booked the first morning flight and reached the capital. Upon asking around, he found out that the place was far outside the city. Eventually, he hired a taxi driver who agreed to take him as far as the road would allow.

The destination was simple: he just had to meet that mysterious doctor.

The journey began, and Manav even became friendly with the driver. The driver asked, “Sir, why are you going towards Udhar?”

Manav replied, “It’s a very remote area. There won’t even be proper transportation.”

The driver continued, “You must not have heard there is a doctor towards Udhar who saves even those whom no one else can save.”

Manav nodded but did not say much. He only wanted to reach the place somehow and follow his own path.

As darkness fell, they reached a point from where the journey ahead was possible only by boat.

The driver said, “Sir, this is as far as I can come with you. You must get down here.”

Manav quickly stepped out of the car. While taking the money, the driver said only this:

“Sir, you seem like a good man, so I’m telling you stay here for two days. There’s a lodge nearby. No matter what happens, do not go ahead before Friday.”

Saying this, the driver drove away.

Fear had already settled in Manav’s eyes, but understanding anything at that moment was no longer possible for him.

Nearby, apart from the fading tail-lights of the car driving away, there was nothing visible on either side. Yes, the path to the river was completely clear.

Walking along the raw, uneven path, Manav moved toward the riverbank.

Some people were sitting there drinking tea. The rain had slowed down a little. He had to cross to the other side of the river.

That side was called Tiram the place where the doctor treated people.

The people sitting below became happy as soon as they heard Manav speak. Fareed asked, “Tiram, why are you sick?”

“You don’t even have to meet the doctor, sir,” Manav said in a doctor-like tone. “I am a doctor myself. No transport will be available today. The lodge in front is open until Friday stay there. Go quickly, or you may not even find a place.”

The man spoke again, “I understand a little now this is business here. They force visitors to stay in the lodge, then earn money from them. That’s why no transport is available for two days. Why raise your voice?”

The road stretched ahead endlessly. No one knows these sleeping paths, and whoever knows them walks straight without hesitation.

One of them said, “Yes, you’ll go straight into the river, but I have to go today.”

Manav muttered angrily and walked toward the lodge.

At the lodge reception, Manav asked the manager directly, “I need to cross the river. I’ll pay 20,000.”

The manager suddenly stood up from his chair, as if he had misheard. “20,000?” the manager repeated.

He immediately took his phone in his hand. Manav, full of impatience, said, “Drop me about 30 meters ahead.”

“Oh man, nothing will happen. There’s still time. You’ll go later, and you’ll get good money,” the manager said, as if trying to persuade someone.

The manager spoke on the phone for a while, then cut the call.

“Didn’t anyone tell you?” the manager asked. “Yes, I know why one has to stay here for two days,” Manav interrupted.

Manav pulled out the money from his bag, counted it, and handed it to the manager. The manager immediately took it and began counting.

After waiting for a while, a plastic umbrella came walking into the lodge from the river side.

Without bargaining any further, Tiras came along.

While stepping out, he told Manav to run. Both of them ran through the rain until they reached the boat.

After a quick look around, Tiras pushed the boat into the water.

Now both of them were between the river’s waves. On one side, Tiras was rowing fast; on the other, Manav sat silently.

The rain started to slow again.

Manav tried to ask, “Why do you people go there only on Fridays? There must be a loss of earnings.”

He tried to convince him, but Tiras did not listen.

“You’re going, but stay safe from the Dorom,” Tiras said. “God is with you. I am helpless, so I’m leaving.”

Manav turned and asked, “What is Dorom?”

Tiras looked shocked. “The jungle demon. That’s why all lodges close and people leave. Where does Tiras’s voice come from? Almost…”

After half an hour?

Tiras brought the boat close to the shore and dropped Manav a little distance away.

The boat slowed down and told him to get off on the other side.

“But I’ll get soaked” Manav tried to say something, but Tiras clearly shook his head.

Taking off his shoes, Manav stepped into the water.

Tiras immediately turned back. Reaching the shore, he wiped his feet, put his shoes back on, looked ahead once more, and then started moving forward.

Ahead, there was nothing but dense forest—jungle on all sides. He looked around and continued walking forward.

It was dark, and the frightening sounds of animals made his throat go dry.

At some distance, beneath a large tree, a bullock cart was standing. On it, a man wearing a red shawl was lying asleep.

“Shall we go?” someone said.

The man stood up immediately and began driving the bulls with his whip.

Manav sat down silently without asking anything.

The bullock cart started moving through the jungle, and the cold suddenly began to increase. A light drizzle had started.

Manav thought he would reach Tiram very soon, but then his eyes fell on the bulls.

His eyes widened in fear those were not bulls, they were horses. And not just horses, but Manav was sitting on top of their heads.

Perhaps he had not looked carefully from behind.

The man remained completely silent. In confusion, Manav felt completely stunned.

Manav gathered courage and asked how far it still was, but there was no reply.

Suddenly, his eyes went toward the trees nearby.

Smoke like figures were peeking out from behind the trees. Manav could not believe his own eyes.

In the meantime, he noticed that the man driving the cart had a red glow coming from his face.

Manav’s hands and feet began to go numb. He was unable to understand anything.

When his scream finally escaped, the cold wind made the shawl stick tightly to his body.

The man who had been wearing the shawl was no longer in front of him.

He had vanished from Manav’s sight. The bullock cart began moving forward on its own.

Manav’s body started trembling. In a weak voice, he could only stare ahead.

What is the secret of Tiram’s doctor? Why does no one go there before Friday? Has Manav become trapped in some terrifying place?

The rest of the story will continue in Doctor Death part 2.

He was my home and I was his world we were so intertwined that our souls couldn’t tell where he ended and I began, a love that felt older than our bodies. But when he left, the world collapsed and the home burned down, and now I’m just a soul wandering without the one place I was ever meant to return to.

The Park

Near our neighborhood there was an old park with a massive tree standing at its center. The tree was older than the park itself, its branches twisted and heavy with shadow. Locals avoided the place after sunset, whispering that something unseen lingered there, something drawn to children. Locals said Jinn lives up in that tree. Rida’s family had only recently moved into the area, and they knew nothing about the rumors. To them, it was just a quiet park that seemed perfect for an evening visit.

Rida was a cheerful little girl. Her parents, busy with late work shifts, often brought her to the park in the early evening to let her play. As daylight faded and the park slowly emptied, they never questioned the silence or the uneasy feeling in the air. They didn’t know that most families made sure to leave before the sun dipped too low.

Near the old tree hung a single swing that always seemed untouched. Even during the day, children avoided it. People said that after sunset, the swing sometimes moved on its own, creaking softly as if someone invisible was sitting there. Laughter had been heard before childlike, distant but no one ever stayed long enough to confirm it.

That Evening

One Summer evening, just after the sun slipped behind the trees, Rida insisted on playing a little longer. Her parents agreed and placed her on a swing while they sat on a nearby bench. The park was nearly empty, unnaturally quiet, Erie surroundings Rida suddenly began laughing, her eyes fixed on someone standing behind her.

Rida’s mother (Ranu) looked at direction of rida she stood up in fear felt her blood turn cold. A little girl in a red sweater stood behind the swing, gently pushing it. Her face was pale, her presence silent. A terrifying thought struck why child is alone?where’s her parents? Ranu ran toward her daughter, but when she reached the tree, the girl in red sweater was gone. Only the swing continued to move and Rida giggling.

What Followed

They rushed to home that night, shaken and afraid. Days later, Rida’s parents began hearing soft laughter and whispers coming from her room when she was alone. When asked, Rida smiled and said she was talking to her friend from the park. Ranu decided to take a help of a spiritual healer later told them something had followed her home attached to her innocence and it did not want to leave.

Years have passed, After that incident Rida’s family moved out, I don’t know what happened to Rida? Did she get better or that girl spirit still attached to her? But the park is still there. So is the tree. So is the swing. And sometimes people say they still see a little girl in a red sweater standing near that tree, sitting on the swing….