An old, dilapidated temple on the edge of the village, partially covered in overgrown vines and moss. The temple's entrance is open, revealing darkness inside. A bat suddenly flies out from the shadows, and the wind whistles through the broken windows, creating an eerie sound. The scene captures the isolation and creepiness of the temple.

A young man named Mohan confidently stands in the village square, with a dismissive smile on his face. He is surrounded by his skeptical friends, who look worried. In his hand, he holds a lit torch, ready to prove that the tales of Sarkate are nothing but mere superstitions.

A young man named Mohan confidently stands in the village square, with a dismissive smile on his face. He is surrounded by his skeptical friends, who look worried. In his hand, he holds a lit torch, ready to prove that the tales of Sarkate are nothing but mere superstitions.

A young man named Mohan confidently stands in the village square, with a dismissive smile on his face. He is surrounded by his skeptical friends, who look worried. In his hand, he holds a lit torch, ready to prove that the tales of Sarkate are nothing but mere superstitions.

A young man named Mohan confidently stands in the village square, with a dismissive smile on his face. He is surrounded by his skeptical friends, who look worried. In his hand, he holds a lit torch, ready to prove that the tales of Sarkate are nothing but mere superstitions.

A dark, cold winter night with a chilling wind rustling the leaves. A silhouette of a mysterious figure, barely visible in the distance, lurking among the shadows of the trees. The scene captures an eerie, suspenseful atmosphere with the faint sound of moaning echoing through the forest.

A dark, cold winter night with a chilling wind rustling the leaves. A silhouette of a mysterious figure, barely visible in the distance, lurking among the shadows of the trees. The scene captures an eerie, suspenseful atmosphere with the faint sound of moaning echoing through the forest.

A dark, cold winter night with a chilling wind rustling the leaves. A silhouette of a mysterious figure, barely visible in the distance, lurking among the shadows of the trees. The scene captures an eerie, suspenseful atmosphere with the faint sound of moaning echoing through the forest.

A dark, cold winter night with a chilling wind rustling the leaves. A silhouette of a mysterious figure, barely visible in the distance, lurking among the shadows of the trees. The scene captures an eerie, suspenseful atmosphere with the faint sound of moaning echoing through the forest.

Villagers sitting around a fire at dusk, their faces filled with fear and anxiety. An old villager with a wrinkled face is narrating the legend of "Sarkate," a headless creature, to a group of young people. The expressions of the listeners vary from disbelief to terror, with some casting nervous glances around.

Villagers sitting around a fire at dusk, their faces filled with fear and anxiety. An old villager with a wrinkled face is narrating the legend of "Sarkate," a headless creature, to a group of young people. The expressions of the listeners vary from disbelief to terror, with some casting nervous glances around.

Villagers sitting around a fire at dusk, their faces filled with fear and anxiety. An old villager with a wrinkled face is narrating the legend of "Sarkate," a headless creature, to a group of young people. The expressions of the listeners vary from disbelief to terror, with some casting nervous glances around.

Villagers sitting around a fire at dusk, their faces filled with fear and anxiety. An old villager with a wrinkled face is narrating the legend of "Sarkate," a headless creature, to a group of young people. The expressions of the listeners vary from disbelief to terror, with some casting nervous glances around.

A remote, quiet village named Maheshpur, surrounded by dense forests and tall, mist-covered mountains. The village has small, simple houses with thatched roofs and dirt paths winding between them. The sun is setting, casting an orange glow over the village while shadows from the forest slowly creep in, giving an ominous feel.

A remote, quiet village named Maheshpur, surrounded by dense forests and tall, mist-covered mountains. The village has small, simple houses with thatched roofs and dirt paths winding between them. The sun is setting, casting an orange glow over the village while shadows from the forest slowly creep in, giving an ominous feel.

A remote, quiet village named Maheshpur, surrounded by dense forests and tall, mist-covered mountains. The village has small, simple houses with thatched roofs and dirt paths winding between them. The sun is setting, casting an orange glow over the village while shadows from the forest slowly creep in, giving an ominous feel.

A remote, quiet village named Maheshpur, surrounded by dense forests and tall, mist-covered mountains. The village has small, simple houses with thatched roofs and dirt paths winding between them. The sun is setting, casting an orange glow over the village while shadows from the forest slowly creep in, giving an ominous feel.

A distant view of Shivpur village at dusk, with an eerie fog settling over the houses. Shadows seem to move on their own, and a faint, ghostly silhouette of a woman can be seen standing at the edge of the village, looking towards the forest, as if waiting for the next "खूनी रात."