The silence of the night enveloped the entire village. Ramu, who was returning late from the fields, sat under the neem tree. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around, but there was no one there. Ramu quickened his pace, but the sound of footsteps followed him. When he stopped, the sound stopped too. Panicked, he started running. As he reached the village temple, he breathed a sigh of relief. Just then, he saw a shadow at the temple door. It slowly approached, and Ramu realized it was his own shadow, but without a head. Ramu’s screams echoed in the darkness of the night. The next day, there was no sign of Ramu, only his slippers were found at the temple door.
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