In the light of day, the road from Guwahati to Kuamarghat unfolded like a picturesque journey through nature's masterpiece. Lush greenery lined the sides, with vibrant wildflowers blooming along the edges. The road meandered through rolling hills and valleys, offering breath taking views of the distant mountains. Sunlight filtered through the canopies of ancient trees, creating a dappled pattern on the asphalt.

The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers and the melodious symphony of birdsong. Villages nestled in the landscape, their colorful houses blending seamlessly with the natural beauty that surrounded them. Crystal-clear streams ran alongside the road, their waters glistening in the sunlight, and every turn revealed a new vista of awe-inspiring landscapes.

Shiv's car, a sleek and modern vehicle, cut through the air with a low hum as he navigated the scenic road from Guwahati to Kumarghat. Its polished exterior reflected the surrounding beauty of the landscape, and the powerful engine purred as it effortlessly handled the twists and turns of the journey. The interior was a blend of comfort and sophistication, with leather seats and state-of-the-art technology enhancing the overall driving experience.

As Shiv drove, a palpable urgency filled the air. The sun dipped lower on the horizon, casting a warm glow on the landscape. Shiv's mind raced with the realization that he was running late for a crucial business deal scheduled for the next day in Kumarghat. The pressure of the impending meeting weighed on him, amplifying his determination to reach his destination as swiftly as possible.

The rhythmic hum of the engine echoed Shiv's racing thoughts as he navigated the picturesque route. The urgency to make up for lost time drove him to push the car a bit faster, the winding road becoming a blur beneath the tires. His focus was unwavering, the scenic beauty that once captivated him now a mere backdrop to his determined journey.

With each passing mile, the urgency grew. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the road. The headlights of Shiv's car cut through the encroaching darkness, illuminating the path ahead. However, as daylight gave way to the inky blackness of night, the once enchanting road transformed into a corridor of horror. The moon cast an eerie glow, casting long, distorted shadows across the asphalt. The road, now devoid of its daytime charm, took on an ominous character, with the trees forming grotesque silhouettes against the night sky. The road stretched like a dark ribbon through a dense forest, the air was thick with an otherworldly silence, broken only by the distant hooting of an owl or the rustling of unseen creatures in the underbrush.

As Shiv navigated the winding road, the fog descended like ghostly fingers, enveloping the surroundings in an impenetrable mist and the twists and turns seemed to multiply, casting eerie shadows across the path. The road itself seemed to have a life of its own, with eerie whispers carried by the wind, as if the very asphalt held the secrets of those who had traversed its haunting twists and turns. Shadows danced menacingly on the periphery of Shiv's vision, playing tricks on his mind and intensifying the foreboding atmosphere.

In the front there was an ancient vehicle, a dilapidated car from a bygone era, seemed out of place against the backdrop of the desolate road. Its rusty exterior groaned with every movement, and the headlights emitted a feeble glow that barely pierced the oppressive darkness. As Shiv pressed on, the urgency to reach Kumarghat intensified. The haunting road seemed to stretch endlessly, and frustration gnawed at him when the ancient car, with its archaic demeanor, stubbornly refused to yield to his attempts to overtake.

Shiv's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white with frustration. The haunting road seemed to amplify the antiquity of the old car, and the rhythmic groans from its engine became an aggravating soundtrack to Shiv's mounting anger. The inability to overtake the ancient car, its eerie presence lingering like a spectral barrier, fueled Shiv's frustration. The urgency of his business deal clashed with the relentless resistance of the road, and impatience transformed into a seething anger that simmered beneath the surface.

With each failed attempt to pass, Shiv's anger intensified. He honked impatiently, the sound echoing through the night, but the ancient car moved at its own ghostly pace, indifferent to Shiv's growing rage. The once serene journey now became a tumultuous clash between modern determination and the haunting resistance of the road.

The constant hindrance triggered a surge of impulsive anger within Shiv. His frustration manifested in aggressive maneuvers, attempting to break free from the ancient car's relentless grip on the road. The tension between the two vehicles became palpable, as if the very essence of the haunted road conspired to test Shiv's resolve. Amidst the swirling mist and the shadows of the night, Shiv's car and the ancient vehicle engaged in a silent but intense battle. Finally Shiv overtook the ancient car, its presence lingered like a phantom in his rear view mirror.

The vehicle, seemingly impervious to the passage of time, reappeared at the next roundabout. An old man, with weathered features stood beside the vintage car. Intrigued and a bit uneasy. Shiv decided to offer his help. The old man explained that his car had been acting up, and as Shiv inspected the engine, a chill ran down his spine. The old man's ghostly smile never faded, and Shiv's fear intensified. The old man's ghostly smile revealed a sinister knowledge, a connection to the road's ominous history that sent shivers down Shiv's spine.

As Shiv peered under the hood of the ancient vehicle, he felt a cold hand on the back of his neck. The old man's voice, like a distant wail, whispered unsettling tales of the road's past. Each turn of the wrench echoed through the silence, amplifying the tension that hung in the air. With a mixture of reluctance and bravery, Shiv managed to start the ancient car. However, when the car roared to life, the gas escaping the exhaust carried with it a putrid stench that clawed at Shiv's senses - the unmistakable odour of death. The old man's creepy smile seemed to widen as he thanked Shiv and disappeared into the foggy abyss, leaving behind an unshakable sense of dread.



Shiv, shaken and disturbed, resumed his journey home. The haunting experience lingered in his mind, but little did he know that the nightmare was just beginning. As the haunted road etched itself into his nightmares. The ancient vehicle and its spectral driver became recurring figures in his dreams, tormenting him with visions of a road that led into the unknown, where the line between the living and the dead blurred into a horrifying tapestry of horror and despair.

As Shiv's nightmares intensified, the haunted road began to manifest its malevolence in the waking world. Unsettling whispers echoed through the walls of his home, as if the very essence of the road had infiltrated his safe haven. Shadows danced on the periphery of his vision, flickering in the corners of each room, and the air seemed to thicken with an unspoken malevolence. One night, as Shiv lay in bed, the room plunged into darkness. A ghostly glow emanated from the window, casting long, distorted shadows that seemed to crawl across the walls. The air turned icy, and a chilling wind whispered phantom secrets, sending a shiver down Shiv's spine.

The ancient car materialized outside, its headlights flickering like spectral eyes. The old man, now more ethereal than before, stood beside it, his ghostly smile stretching unnaturally across his face. The putrid odour of death wafted through the room, causing Shiv to gasp for breath. The apparition of the old man beckoned him, his bony hand extending from the darkness.

Terrified, Shiv stumbled backward, only to find himself standing on the haunted road itself. The twisted trees loomed overhead like skeletal fingers reaching for the sky. The ancient car, now a phantom vehicle, circled him, its engine growling like a beast in the night.

The road seemed to stretch endlessly, each turn leading to more haunting scenes from Shiv's past. Faces of those he had encountered on the road, distorted and contorted, appeared in the shadows, whispering accusations and grievances. The air became suffocating, and the road beneath Shiv's feet felt like quicksand, pulling him deeper into the nightmare. Suddenly, the old man's ghostly voice echoed through the darkness, recounting tales of tragedy and despair that had unfolded on the haunted road. Shiv was trapped in a spectral purgatory, reliving the tormented history of the forsaken path.

In a final crescendo of horror, the road itself seemed to devour Shiv, swallowing him into a vortex of shadows. The ancient car vanished, leaving only the echoes of ghostly laughter lingering in the abyss.

As dawn broke, Shiv awoke in a cold sweat, his heart pounding with dread. The haunting road had seeped into every facet of his existence, blurring the lines between reality and a nightmarish realm where the spirits of the road held sway. The horror persisted, an inescapable nightmare that clung to Shiv like a malevolent spectre, ensuring that the haunted road's dark legacy would forever haunt his waking and sleeping hours alike