Jhulelal Bawdi: The Well of Death
🕯️ Jhulelal Bawdi: The Well of Death 🕯️
(the scariest story based on true events)
Have you ever wondered what terrifying secrets might be hidden inside an ancient well beneath a temple?
In Jhulelal Bawdi, Indore, a horrifying tragedy took place that claimed dozens of lives. But this was not just an accident…
It was the awakening of an ancient curse.
---Jhulelal Bawdi: The Well of Death
In this story, you will witness:
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the ringing of bells and screams in the night 🔔
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the shadows of dead souls rising from the dark well 👻
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and the bloody secret that had been buried for centuries.
---Jhulelal Bawdi: The Well of Death
This is not just a tale of tragedy, but the truth about a cursed well—a place where stepping inside means inviting death.
If you have the courage, read the full story… But be careful ⚠️ because after this, you may never dare to look inside a well again.
---Jhulelal Bawdi: The Well of Death
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Jhulelal Stepwell: The Well of Death
(A Horror Novel Inspired by the Indore Stepwell Tragedy)
Part 1 – The Night of the Tragedy
Silawatpura, Indore.
March 30, 2023.
It was the day of Ram Navami. The crowd was so massive that even the temple stairs seemed to tremble. At the center of the Beleshwar Mahadev Jhulelal Temple stood an ancient stepwell, covered with iron grills and tiled flooring. For decades it had been sealed, and people had forgotten that beneath it lay a bottomless darkness of death.
The temple priests had repeatedly warned that the ground there was hollow, but in the midst of chants, the noise of the crowd, and the celebratory shouts, no one paid attention.
Around three in the afternoon, a sudden, thunderous crack echoed. The tiles collapsed, and dozens of people—women, children, men—screamed as they plunged into the well.
The crowd went mad. Panic everywhere, shrieks, blood. Those who peered inside were horrified: the abyss of the stepwell seemed like a monstrous mouth, swallowing everyone whole.
Thirty-six bodies were pulled out.
But the question remained—was this really just an accident?
That night, after the authorities had removed the bodies and the temple stood empty, strange sounds still echoed from within the stepwell—splashes of water, groans of pain.
Local residents swore that at midnight, the temple bells rang on their own, and the desperate cries of an invisible crowd filled the air:
“Let us out… Let us out…”
Local priests claimed this was no ordinary tragedy, but rather the result of a curse upon the stepwell, one that had been cast many decades ago.
And why did this curse exist?
That mystery will be revealed in Part 2…
Jhulelal Stepwell: The Well of
Death
(A Horror Novel Inspired by the Indore Stepwell Tragedy)
Part 1 – The Night of the Tragedy
Silawatpura, Indore.
March 30, 2023.
It was the holy day of Ram Navami. The temple bells echoed across the streets, and the Beleshwar Mahadev Jhulelal Temple was filled with thousands of worshippers.
At the center of the temple lay an ancient stepwell, long forgotten, sealed with iron grills and tiled over to appear like normal ground. But beneath those tiles was a hollow abyss, a dark mouth that had been silent for years.
At 3:00 p.m., as devotees gathered for prayer, the unthinkable happened—
the tiled floor collapsed.
Screams split the air. Men, women, and children plummeted into the darkness below. The well swallowed them like a living beast. Chaos erupted. People tried to pull the victims out, but the hollow pit claimed dozens of lives.
Thirty-six people died.
Yet, even after the rescue operations ended, locals whispered that they could still hear cries from the depths of the well—
“Save us… Save us…”
The curse of the stepwell had awakened.
Part 2 – The Forgotten Curse
The Beleshwar Mahadev temple was built in the early 18th century by a local ruler. At that time, the stepwell was a source of water for the town. But history tells a darker tale.
When the stepwell was dug, workers mysteriously disappeared. Bodies were never found. Priests claimed the land was cursed, for centuries earlier, the site had been used as an execution pit. Enemies of the state were thrown alive into the abyss, their screams echoing until death silenced them.
Over time, villagers began calling it “Maut Ka Kund” – The Well of Death.
By the 19th century, temple priests sealed it, warning that spirits of the drowned never left.
That night in 2023, after the tragedy, an old priest whispered:
“History has repeated itself. The well has claimed what it was promised.”
Part 3 – The Night Voices
Days after the tragedy, temple guards reported strange sounds at midnight—splashes of water, whispers, and chanting.
A young boy from the nearby colony dared to record the sounds on his phone. The recording revealed chilling voices:
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“We are still here…”
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“Bring us water… bring us life…”
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And then, a blood-curdling scream.
The boy vanished the next morning. His phone was later found floating in the temple pond.
Police dismissed it as coincidence. But the locals knew—the stepwell had taken another soul.
Part 4 – The Historian’s Discovery
A historian named Dr. Meera Khanna arrived in Indore to study the tragedy. She uncovered manuscripts from 1765 that revealed the true origin of the curse.
The stepwell was not built for water. It was built as a ritualistic trap by a secret cult that worshiped the dark goddess of death. They believed that every hundred years, blood sacrifices must be offered to keep her bound in the underworld.
When the well was sealed in the 19th century, the cult vowed that one day, the barrier would collapse and the souls trapped within would demand their due.
March 30, 2023, was exactly the 100th year cycle.
Part 5 – The Possession
Soon, survivors of the tragedy began showing strange symptoms. A woman claimed she could hear water dripping in her ears at night. A boy woke up every midnight, choking, as if drowning in unseen water.
One man, a temple trustee, screamed during prayer:
“She is rising! She is not done!”
His body convulsed, and he leapt into the stepwell before anyone could stop him. His corpse was never recovered.
Priests warned the authorities:
“If the well is not sanctified, Indore will become her graveyard.”
Part 6 – The Ritual of Fire
Desperate, the priests gathered to perform an ancient Agni Yajna (ritual of fire) around the stepwell. Hundreds of devotees lit lamps, chanting to purify the cursed waters.
But as midnight struck, the flames flickered violently. The air grew cold, and from the depths of the well came a chorus of screams.
The ground trembled. The iron grills bent upward as if something was pushing from below. A shadowy hand rose out of the darkness, dripping with black water.
The crowd fled in terror. Only the priests stood firm, chanting louder, forcing the shadow back into the abyss.
But the well did not close. It pulsed like a living heart. Waiting.
Part 7 – The Return
Months passed. Authorities covered the well with concrete and declared it “safe.” But the locals avoided the temple.
At night, people still hear the bells ring on their own. A phantom crowd chanting, screaming, drowning.
Dr. Meera’s final research paper warned:
“The Jhulelal Stepwell is not just a monument—it is a gateway. Every century, it demands lives. No wall, no seal, no prayer will contain it forever. This was not the end… it was only the beginning.”
And deep beneath the earth, in the drowning darkness, thirty-six restless souls still whisper:
“We are waiting for you…”
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