In the heart of the night, the haveli loomed like a spectral sentinel near the beach, its forgotten grandeur fading into the shadows. The moon hung hidden behind a thick curtain of clouds, casting the scene into an abyssal darkness, with only the occasional glimmer of starlight attempting to pierce through the veil of night.

From the depths of this darkness, a lone window on the haveli's first floor stood as an ominous focal point. It was an expansive window, its frame weathered and worn, the glass opaque and tinged with an eerie hue. This window seemed to be the very embodiment of the haveli's secrets, a portal into the enigmatic depths of its past.

Through this window, the first floor room within was only partially revealed, the darkness within resisting illumination. Faint traces of moonlight dared to trespass, casting irregular patches of illumination on the faded wallpaper that adorned the room's walls. It was as if the very light feared what it might uncover within those forsak