In The Middle : Broken Glass

We all went to a wedding in Gatiroutpatna, Cuttack, in the evening. While returning from the party, our two families were on separate scooters, crossing the highway. As we approached an old banyan tree in the middle of the road, the wind suddenly turned chilly. Strangely, we started hearing loud noises of glass breaking around us.

My brother, who was riding the other scooter, became worried, saying he could hear glass shattering and feared it might damage our tires, leading to an accident. However, to our surprise, there was no glass anywhere to be seen. We stopped by a roadside shop to investigate, and the shopkeeper told us a chilling story.

Apparently, the banyan tree is haunted by the spirit of a woman who was brutally killed by a truck nearby. The spirit creates disturbances like eerie noises and fog to scare and distract passing motorists, often causing accidents.

*Inspired by a true story shared by my maternal aunt

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