The veil of mystery surrounding Kalyapakshi only thickened with each passing day. The temple, shrouded in secrecy, held its true purpose close, its enigmatic owner fiercely protective of its ancient traditions. Entry for reporters, particularly those with prying eyes, was strictly forbidden. Reasons, as yet, remained concealed, but the whispers promised revelations in due time.One fateful day, two reporters, disguised as ordinary pilgrims, infiltrated the temple grounds. Their mission: to unravel the secrets behind Kalyapakshi's wish-granting power. They mingled with the crowd, mimicking the pious rituals, all the while harboring a gnawing curiosity. This, however, was a game of dangerous deception.A cardinal rule of Kalyapakshi demanded that all devotees partake solely of the temple's sacred food. This ensured harmony with the divine. The reporters, however, fueled by their reckless ambition, disregarded this sacred practice. They'd brought along their own provisions, a seemingly innocuous act that would prove to be their undoing.Their transgression didn't end there. Drawn by an insatiable thirst for knowledge, they ventured towards the forbidden well, a place shrouded in whispered warnings. Ignoring the barriers intended to deter the curious, they attempted to peek beyond the veil of secrecy. A chilling silence descended, broken only by the rustle of unseen movement from behind.One of the reporters, his cameraphone clutched tight, captured a horrifying image – a long, crimson tongue, slick with blood. Panic surged as his partner vanished without a trace. Desperate, he followed the trail leading to the well. But the well held no answers, only an eerie silence. Then, a chilling realization dawned on him - he was alone.Moments stretched into a tense eternity. The air, thick with unspoken dread, mirrored the unsettling silence. Just as abruptly, the same nightmarish crimson tongue appeared, the harbinger of a gruesome fate. The second reporter met a similar demise, his camera falling silent along with him.The news of their disappearance reached the wider world the following day. One of the reporters, in his final moments, had managed to capture a distorted clip on his camera. But the footage remained frustratingly blurry, a horrifying testament to the terror they witnessed. News channels scrambled to edit the clip, but an unseen force held them back. The footage, a stark reminder of the temple's wrath, refused to be manipulated. Terror, not clarity, became the dominant theme of televised news reports.The whispers of Kalyapakshi had morphed into chilling screams. The temple, once veiled in mystery, now held the potent threat of danger. We, the unsuspecting group of friends, were about to embark on a journey to this very place, oblivious to the chilling truth that lurked beneath its serene facade.