The Echo

I met an old man in a mental hospital who spoke about a house where even sound was afraid to escape. He spoke of screams that never left the walls and a truth no one believed. Everyone said he was insane. I agreed. After I was discharged, his words followed me. They crept into my dreams, into my waking hours, into the quiet corners of my apartment in Hyderabad. I began to wonder if what he described was a ghost story or something far worse. This is a story about a place whispered about in fear. About a man who tried to speak the truth and was silenced. And about how easily we call something madness when it refuses to fit our understanding. Whether the house is haunted by spirits or by something beyond them is a question that will not leave you. Some stories are not meant to be believed. They are meant to be encountered.