Echoes of the Academy’s Dark Past

A cricket academy in Defence Colony hides sinister secrets. What unfolds after hours comes back to haunt families five years later in a chilling tale.

The Defence Colony Cricket Academy had always been a beacon for aspiring players. Owned by Vikram Singh, a former cricketer turned entrepreneur, the academy thrived under his vision. Among his trusted staff was Meera, a disciplined coach in her 30s, and Ajay, a promising young player with dreams of representing the nation. By day, the academy bustled with life. But by night, it became a place of shadows.

One rainy evening, as the academy emptied, Vikram summoned Meera and Ajay for a private discussion. He spoke of an obscure ritual he claimed would “protect the academy’s legacy.” Skeptical but unable to refuse, they followed him to the dimly lit practice pitch. In the centre, a chalked circle of strange symbols awaited them.

With candles flickering against the rain, Vikram chanted in a language neither Meera nor Ajay recognized. The air grew heavy, and a low hum reverberated. Suddenly, the candles extinguished, and a bone-chilling scream echoed through the empty grounds. Ajay ran, but Meera froze as Vikram whispered, “It is done.”

Five years later, the academy had expanded, but strange occurrences began plaguing the families of those involved. Ajay, now a professional cricketer, was haunted by vivid nightmares of faceless shadows. Meera’s son fell mysteriously ill, and doctors couldn’t pinpoint the cause. Vikram’s wife reported seeing a figure standing in their garden every night, motionless and staring at their home.

The three were drawn back to the academy by an anonymous letter, claiming to reveal the truth about that night. Inside the once-thriving center, they found a journal filled with cryptic notes and a warning: “You unleashed what cannot be contained.” As they read, the lights flickered, and the same low hum from years ago returned.

The truth hit them—Vikram’s ritual had awakened something that demanded a price, and it wasn’t done collecting.

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