Eshan Verma had recently moved into a quiet town. His new house was old, lonely, and strangely silent. But the backyard held something worse—an abandoned swimming pool.

At night, Eshan heard soft water sounds “plup… plup…” as if someone touched the surface with a fingertip. One cold night, he grabbed a torch and walked outside. A damp, rotten smell filled the air.

The water was too still.

Too perfect.

Too quiet.

When he stepped closer, Eshan froze.

A tall, thin man stood in the middle of the pool, soaked and pale, eyes open too wide. Beside him was a little girl in a pink dress, her hair stuck to her cheeks as if she had just risen from underwater.

Both stared at him without blinking.

The girl whispered, in a broken, drowning voice:

“Lin…”

Eshan blinked.

And in that single blink

they were gone.

The pool was empty.

Only a small ripple remained…

and on the edge, a half-erased chalk word:

“Lin.”

The next morning, everything looked normal. The pool was dry on the surface, the water calm, the air quiet. Eshan wondered if he had imagined the whole thing. Maybe stress, maybe exhaustion.

But that night, the sound returned.

This time softer.

More careful.

Almost… playful.

Eshan forced himself to ignore it, but the feeling of being watched grew stronger. He finally looked out the window—and froze.

The **little girl** in the pink dress was standing at the pool’s edge. Not inside the water. Not drowning.

Just standing… staring at him.

Her head tilted slightly, like she was trying to understand him.

Eshan stepped outside slowly.

“Hey… are you okay?” he asked.

The girl didn’t move.

Didn’t blink.

When he reached the pool, she pointed toward the water. Her arm was trembling, fingers thin like twigs.

Eshan looked down.

**There was no reflection of the girl.

Only his own.**

He turned back to her—

and suddenly the air around him felt heavy.

The girl whispered just one line, barely audible:

**“You forgot me…”**

Eshan’s heart dropped.

He took a step back.

But the moment he blinked…

the girl vanished again.

Only wet footprints remained on the pool tiles.

Eshan decided he needed answers. He went to the town library, a dusty old building where the air felt older than the books. After hours of searching, something finally caught his eye.

A faded newspaper clipping.

Man Drowns in Lin Pool. Daughter Missing.”

The photo was blurry, but the man looked frighteningly similar to the figure Eshan saw in the pool. The girl in the old photo wore the same pink dress.

Eshan’s hands trembled as he read further. The article mentioned the accident happened years ago. The daughter’s body was never found.

The librarian, an old woman with shaking hands, noticed him reading.

“You shouldn’t look into that,” she whispered.

“People who see the girl… don’t sleep well after.”

Eshan’s throat went dry.

“You mean… she’s been seen before?”

The woman nodded slowly.

“And every person said the same thing. She looks the same age. She never grows. She never changes."

Eshan felt cold.

“But why me?” he asked.

The librarian looked at him seriously.

“Because if you can see her… it means your past is tangled with hers.”

Eshan’s heart raced.

He didn’t remember any such past.

But somewhere in his mind…

a missing memory began to stir.

That night, Eshan couldn’t sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the girl’s wide, lifeless stare. He decided to keep the lights on.

But around midnight, he heard it:

A soft, underwater voice.

Like someone speaking from beneath the pool.

Eshan walked outside.

The pool looked darker than usual.

Almost bottomless.

When he leaned closer, he heard it again:

Eshan… down here.”

He stumbled back, heart pounding.

He had never heard the girl say his name before.

He pointed his torch at the water.

Something moved beneath the surface—a shadow, swirling slowly.

Eshan whispered, “Who are you?”

The voice returned, this time clearer:

You knew me… long ago.”

Suddenly, the water flashed like a mirror.

And Eshan saw something impossible—

A small boy.

A younger version of himself.

Standing with the same little girl… laughing near the pool.

Eshan’s breath caught.

“I never lived here before,” he whispered to himself.

But the voice inside the water said:

“You don’t remember because you left us.”

The water rippled violently.

Eshan ran back to the house, slamming the door behind him.

But the drowned voice whispered even inside his mind:

Don’t forget me again.”

The next morning, shaken and sleepless, Eshan tore through his old belongings. Something in the voice felt too familiar. Too personal.

He opened a dusty box from his childhood. Inside were old books, broken toys, and a photo album.

He flipped through the pages, and then his heart stopped.

A photo showed a young Eshan—maybe 8 years old—standing near a pool.

And behind him…

the same little girl.

Same pink dress.

Same face.

She hadn’t aged at all.

Eshan stepped back, breathing fast.

“How… how is this possible?”

His hands shook as he flipped to the next photo.

This one showed an ambulance.

A crowd.

A stretcher.

The pool in the background.

But the girl…

was nowhere.

Suddenly, a memory flashed in Eshan’s head—

Kids screaming.

Cold water.

His own hand slipping away from someone’s grip.

Eshan clutched his head.

Something deep inside him was unlocking.

A voice echoed in his mind:

“One life saved…

one life lost.”

Eshan fell to his knees.

The girl wasn’t haunting him.

She wasn’t random.

She was connected to him.

To his past.

And she wanted him to remember the truth.

That night, Eshan knew something would happen. The air felt heavy, the world too quiet. He stepped outside, knowing he had no choice.

The pool was glowing faintly, like moonlight trapped inside it.

This time, both figures were waiting—

the (tall pale man) and the (little girl)

The man slowly raised his head.

His voice was dry and broken:

“You survived.

We didn’t.”

Eshan stepped back.

“What are you talking about?!”

The girl’s voice joined his:

“You were drowning…

We tried to save you.”

Images flashed in Eshan’s mind—

him slipping underwater,

someone pulling him up,

someone else sinking in his place.

Eshan whispered, trembling,

“You both died… saving me?”

The man nodded painfully.

“Our time stopped.”

“Yours continued.”

The girl reached for Eshan’s hand.

Her fingers were freezing cold.

Now it’s your turn to come with us.”

The water around them started moving violently, pulling Eshan toward the edge.

He grabbed the fence, fighting for breath.

The man whispered:

Balance must return.”

Eshan screamed and pulled away—

running back to the house, slamming the door.

But he knew this wasn’t over.

They wanted him.

And they wouldn’t stop.

Eshan spent the whole night shaking, unable to breathe.

Now the memories were clear.

He had. lived in this town as a child.

He had. fallen into the pool.

And the girl… she had jumped in to save him.

But she didn’t come back up.

The pale man—her father—had dived in after her.

He didn’t come back either.

Eshan woke up in a hospital that day, saved by someone else.

His family immediately moved away.

And his mind blocked the trauma.

He had forgotten them.

But they had not forgotten him.

That evening, Eshan walked to the pool one last time.

He needed to end this.

The girl was sitting at the water’s edge, feet in the pool, looking at him calmly.

“Why didn’t you come back for us?” she whispered.

Tears fell from Eshan’s eyes.

“I was a child… I didn’t know… I’m sorry.”

The girl stood.

“It’s too late now.”

Suddenly, the water behind her rose like a tall dark wall.

The pale man appeared again, reaching forward.

“Your turn.”

Eshan stumbled as the ground shook.

He felt a force pulling him toward the water—

as if fate itself wanted to finish the story.

Everything went dark.

When Eshan opened his eyes, he was lying on a couch. A soft light was above him. A calm voice said:

“You’re awake, Eshan.”

He looked around—

He was in a (therapy room)

A therapist sat beside him.

“You had another severe hallucination,” she said gently.

“You saw the girl again, didn’t you?”

Eshan whispered, “She’s real… her father… the pool…”

The therapist sighed.

“Eshan… listen carefully.”

She handed him a file.

Inside was a picture.

Not of the girl.

Not of the father.

But of Eshan himself… kneeling beside a small body covered with a sheet.

The therapist continued:

“Three years ago, your daughter Lin drowned in a pool.

Your mind couldn’t accept it.

So it created a different story… where someone else’s child died… not yours.”

Eshan’s blood went cold.

Lin.

The girl in pink.

Not a ghost.

Not a stranger.

His daughter.

The pale man wasn’t a ghost either

It was **Eshan’s own reflection**, twisted by trauma and sleeplessness.

Everything he saw…

every night…

was his mind trying to show him the truth he refused to face.

The pool wasn’t haunted.

Eshan was.

The final line:

“Lin never left the pool.

Only Eshan tried to.”

after 15 days.

After the truth finally hit him in the therapist’s office,

Eshan felt empty… but also strangely clear.

For the first time in years, the nightmares stopped.

The drowning sounds stopped.

The visions stopped.

He thought everything was over.

That night, he slept without fear.

But the next morning changed everything.

When he opened his door to get some fresh air,

something small was lying on the doormat.

A (pink ribbon)

Lin’s ribbon.

The one she always wore in her hair.

Eshan froze.

His heart started beating fast again.

He slowly picked it up — his hands shaking.

The ribbon was wet.

Not just lightly wet…

but dripping with water.

Pool water.

Cold.

Salty.

Fresh.

New.

Eshan looked around.

No one was there.

The street was quiet.

The air was still.

He whispered, “This can’t be real…

But then

from inside his house, behind him

he heard the softest whisper:

Papa… don’t leave me again.”

Eshan turned instantly.

No one.

Only the hallway.

Silent. Empty.

But the wet footprints on the floor

were very, very small…

and they were walking toward his bedroom.

Eshan realized something terrifying:

The hallucinations were gone.

But Lin wasn’t.

The pool took her life…

but it did not take her completely.

And now,

she wasn’t calling him into the water anymore.

She was coming out.

For him.

Season 2 soon....