Ravi hadn’t slept a wink. The child’s whisper kept circling in his head: “Leave before he comes…”By morning, his curiosity outweighed his fear. Whatever was inside that locked room, whatever shadow lurked in his photos — he needed answers. Otherwise, the images, the whispers, the memory of that pale face would haunt him forever.Armed with his camera, a new flashlight, and a crowbar borrowed from the villager who rented him the room, Ravi walked back to the Silent House.The locals shook their heads when they saw him go. One old woman grabbed his wrist and muttered in Hindi, “Beta, don’t