I'm Alex, and this is the tale of a "miracle" human sacrifice case that I handled in Mathur village. The night constable called me at 3 a.m. about a sacrifice. Over the phone, he sounded frightened. I was already neck-deep in animal sacrifice cases as a result of this backward and superstitious community, and I didn't want to add another one. But I was completely incorrect. I thought I'd seen it all in my ten years of duty, but this case shook me to my core. The officers on night patrol waited outside for my arrival. They were all scared to come in with me. I had no idea what all the fuss was about until I saw her. It took me 5 minutes to comprehend what I was witnessing. A little girl was coated in blood from head to toe. She sat with her head down and her knee to her bosom. As I neared, she looked up, her hands in the air, searching for a hold. Her eyes were as white as snow. It made my stomach turn to see a 13-year-old blind girl in such bad condition.
"Mani, what the hell is this?". What happened to this child, and who is she?" I shouted angrily.
Rani, a blind girl, came running for help, claiming to have witnessed a human sacrifice at her home. Subinspector Mani had nothing else to say about the incident. He was too afraid to go inside the village and investigate. It is believed that outsiders would suffer deadly consequences if they trespass on the night of the sacrifice. My predecessor advised me not to interfere with their religious practices. But this was murder, and I resolved to put a stop to this barbarism. I notified the forensic section and child protective services about Rani. Even after rinsing it all away, some of the blood remained in her hair, under her nails, and feet. The station had an odd odor, and the air tasted metallic. I requested her to sleep while I investigated the crime scene.
As the forensic squad collected evidence from Rani's house, Zamindar Rudhran appeared agitated. Rudhran was a powerful man, and the 16 villages that surrounded Mathur bowed to him. His family vowed to defend and preserve the purity of village life. In short, they denied the villagers access to schooling, medical care, and technological advancements. People were superstitious and engaged in various forms of religious extremism. Rudhran used his money to either buy or murder any government officials who dared to challenge their methods.
We discovered a female corpse at Rani's home. Because Rani and her twin sister were not identical, an older man recognized the dead girl as Vani, the dumb sibling. We were still looking for their parents, Kothai and Raman. Rudhran and his men declined to assist us with our search. They looked at us as if they were planning something terrible. They had no idea that this lawsuit was about to destroy them. And I have every intention of using Rani to bring down Rudhran. But there were still so many unanswered questions. I was curious as to how a blind girl lived while the dumb one did not. So I went to the station to meet Rani.
My stupid coworkers were relaxing outside, too afraid to be in the same room as Rani. I threatened our writer with accompanying me to the interrogation. Rani sipped the dosas and tea I had brought her.
"Rani, your sister Vani was discovered dead at your house. I'm sorry; I understand how little those words mean to you right now. Your folks are still missing. Zamindar Rudhran must be protecting them. But rest assured, we'll catch them shortly. Before I go any further, could you please tell me everything that occurred last night?" I said.
"Vani," she said her sister's name in pain, taking a deep breath before telling the horror tale.
My folks are village Ghostbusters, but they were Rudhran assassins. Zamindar forced victims to consume mad poison and then brought them to my parents for a brutal exorcism. The rite can sometimes result in death. My parents were adamant that they were fighting evil and that the killings were their sacred mission as Ghostbusters. They refused to believe anything else. For a long time, I felt the same way. I believed my parents could move the earth's core. Vani and I were as thick as thieves, but we never concurred on these rituals. My twin was the wise one, enough to see straight through their ruse. She accepted her disability and desired to continue her education and dreamt to lead a normal life.
Rudhran had intended to murder Officer Alex. However, when he discovered that Vani had overheard their discussion, he changed his target. He encouraged my parents to conduct a resurrection ritual and suggested testing it on us. I felt honored to partake even though I had no idea what the ritual meant. My father told me not to tell Vani because she was a buzz kill. If I had warned her, she would have been with us.
My mother said Vani would be participating first and asked me to remain in the room. We were never permitted to see these rituals, and now that we were volunteering, I hated being locked away. So my curiosity drove me to find out what was going on. I lay on the floor, pressing my ear against the floor. Eventually, I could make out my parents' chanting and a muffled cry. I was puzzled. The chanting eventually became more intense and loud, as did the rustling of the plastic bag. There was banging and shouting in an attempt to be set free. I was taken aback. Vani was choking as she cried out. The rustling faded gradually, and the room went silent.
I jumped to my feet and dashed to the far corner of the room. I covered my mouth and trapped my scream in my throat. It was not a holy rite. It was murder. I couldn't believe my folks had murdered Vani, their flesh and blood. Vani was correct from the start, and I ignored her. I made a huge mistake by failing to tell her about the ritual. I begged God for a miracle because I knew I was next. After an hour of loud chanting, Mother opened the door and dragged me out. Vani was found dead Next to the square, fire Kunda.
“Vani has let us down. You must now die and bring back your sister to life. Rani, don't you want your sibling back?" Father asked