Chapter 3It was night.A strange silence wrapped the entire place.The damp walls of the old mansion echoed with the howling wind—hoo… hoo…—as if the house itself was breathing in fear.From inside the bathroom came the constant dripping of water, each drop deepening the stillness, as though time had slowed down.Outside, faint sounds of owls hooting and distant crickets chirping blended with the eerie quiet of the jungle that surrounded the mansion.Raj was taking a bath—yet his hands kept slipping. The soap, the towel, even the bucket—all fell again and again.Frustrated, he muttered,“What’s happening… why is everything slipping from my hands?”Suddenly…