Part 3 :
They decided to visit Mr. Sharma, hoping he could shed some light on the manor's dark past. When they arrived at his small cottage nearby, the old caretaker greeted them with a knowing look."I see you've found the letters," Mr. Sharma said, motioning them inside. "I knew it was only a matter of time.
""Mr. Sharma, what happened to the families who lived in Blackwood Manor?" Priya asked.Mr. Sharma sighed deeply. "The manor has a tragic history. It all began with the original owners, the Blackwoods. In the early 1900s, the Blackwood family experienced a series of mysterious deaths. The mother, Amrita, was said to have gone mad, hearing voices and seeing apparitions. She claimed the house was cursed.
One night, she vanished without a trace, and her husband and children were found dead soon after.""What about the other families?" Rohan inquired."Many families tried to live there, but none stayed for long. The voices, the apparitions, the sense of dread... it drove them all away or worse," Mr. Sharma explained. "The spirits of the Blackwoods and those who died there are trapped in the manor. They cannot move on."Rohan and Priya exchanged worried glances. "Is there any way to help them?" Priya asked."There is one way," Mr. Sharma said, his voice lowering to a whisper. "A ritual that can free the spirits and lift the curse. But it is dangerous. It requires confronting the spirits directly and performing a cleansing ceremony in the basement.""We have to try," Rohan said resolutely. "We can't live like this, and we can't let this continue.
"Mr. Sharma gave them a list of items they would need for the ritual. That night, as the wind howled outside and the manor creaked and groaned, Rohan and Priya prepared themselves. They gathered candles, salt, and an old book of rituals that Mr. Sharma had provided.As midnight approached, they descended into the basement, their hearts pounding with fear and determination. The air was thick with tension, and the temperature dropped sharply. They lit the candles and formed a circle of salt on the floor.Holding the book, Rohan began to chant the ancient words of the ritual. The room seemed to pulse with energy, and the whispers grew louder, echoing around them."Stay strong," Priya whispered, gripping Rohan's hand.
As Rohan chanted the ancient words, the atmosphere in the basement became more oppressive. Shadows seemed to dance on the walls, and the whispers turned into mournful wails. Priya tightened her grip on Rohan's hand, feeling the weight of the spirits pressing down on them.Suddenly, the temperature plummeted, and a cold wind whipped through the basement, extinguishing the candles. The room was plunged into darkness. Rohan's voice faltered, and he struggled to keep the fear from overwhelming him."Keep going, Rohan," Priya urged. "We have to finish this."Rohan took a deep breath and resumed the chant, his voice growing stronger with each word. As he spoke, a faint glow began to emanate from the circle of salt, casting an eerie light around the room. The wails intensified, and shadowy figures began to materialize, their faces twisted in anguish.One spirit, a woman with long, flowing hair and hollow eyes, stepped forward. "Why have you come here?" she demanded, her voice echoing with sorrow.
