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- Herausgeber: Ishwar Singh
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
Every village has its stories—some whispered among neighbors, some hidden in the shadows of old trees and abandoned houses. Chandipur is no different. But unlike ordinary tales, this one lingers long after the sun sets. The Bells That Ring Without a Temple is the story of Kamini, a young girl whose life ended tragically, and whose pain resonated in a way no one could ignore.
This book is not just a horror story. It is an exploration of grief, betrayal, and the human desire to be heard. The bell that rings without a temple is a symbol of voices left unheard, of cries for help that go unanswered, and of the lingering consequences of human indifference. Through Aarav’s journey, the reader witnesses the intersection of curiosity, courage, and compassion, as the living confront the echoes of the past.
Writing this novel was an attempt to capture both the fear and the sorrow that lives within the shadows. Kamini’s story reminds us that horror is not only in what we see, but in what we fail to hear—and that sometimes, the most terrifying spirits are born not of anger, but of pain and neglect.
I hope readers will not only feel the chill of her presence but also reflect on the importance of empathy, understanding, and listening to those whose voices might otherwise go unheard.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
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The Bells That Ring Without a Temple
Read It Before You Become the Next Ghost
ISHWAR SINGH
The Bells That Ring Without a Temple
By Ishwar Singh
Published in the Italy
First Edition: 2025
DEDICATed to
I am dedicating this book to my parents
Preface
Every village has its stories—some whispered among neighbors, some hidden in the shadows of old trees and abandoned houses. Chandipur is no different. But unlike ordinary tales, this one lingers long after the sun sets. The Bells That Ring Without a Temple is the story of Kamini, a young girl whose life ended tragically, and whose pain resonated in a way no one could ignore.
This book is not just a horror story. It is an exploration of grief, betrayal, and the human desire to be heard. The bell that rings without a temple is a symbol of voices left unheard, of cries for help that go unanswered, and of the lingering consequences of human indifference. Through Aarav’s journey, the reader witnesses the intersection of curiosity, courage, and compassion, as the living confront the echoes of the past.
Writing this novel was an attempt to capture both the fear and the sorrow that lives within the shadows. Kamini’s story reminds us that horror is not only in what we see, but in what we fail to hear—and that sometimes, the most terrifying spirits are born not of anger, but of pain and neglect.
I hope readers will not only feel the chill of her presence but also reflect on the importance of empathy, understanding, and listening to those whose voices might otherwise go unheard.
– Ishwar Singh
The Bells That Ring Without a Temple
CHAPTER 1 — “Why Do Bells Ring Here?”
Aarav (researcher):“Strange… I’ve travelled through many villages, but this one… it feels quiet. Too quiet.”
Raghu (old villager):“You’ve come to Chandipur. Quiet is normal. But don’t let the silence fool you.”
Aarav:“I keep hearing people whisper about bells. But I didn’t see any temple while entering.”
Raghu:“That’s because there isn't one.”
Aarav:“Then where do the bells ring from?”
Raghu (voice lowers):“From where no human hand touches them. From the place she died.”
Aarav:“She? Who is ‘she’?”
Raghu:“Ask no more, boy. Curiosity brought others trouble.”
Aarav smiled politely but his curiosity grew even deeper.As he walked to the guest house, he felt as if someone watched him from behind the trees.
CHAPTER 2 — “You Came For Stories, You’ll Return With Nightmares”
Aarav (entering the guest house):“Hello? Anyone here?”
Guest House Keeper (Shruti):“You must be Aarav. The researcher from Delhi?”
Aarav:“Yes. I’m here to study folk tales.”
Shruti (sternly):“Folk tales are harmless. This village’s story is not.”
Aarav:“You sound like you’re warning me.”
Shruti:“I am. People hear bells at midnight. Bells no one rings. Don’t step out when you hear them.”
Aarav:“You believe it’s supernatural?”
Shruti:“Belief has nothing to do with it. When you hear a bell without a temple, you run. Don’t investigate.”
Aarav (laughs nervously):“I’ll keep that in mind.”
But the thought lingered in his head like a whisper he couldn’t ignore.
CHAPTER 3 — “The First Midnight Bell”
Midnight.
The clock struck twelve.
A soft ting… ting… ting… floated through the air.
Aarav (whispers to himself):“Bells? Now? But… from where?”
He moved to the window, pushed aside the curtain slowly.
There was no wind.No temple.Nothing but darkness and trees.
Yet the bell continued.
Aarav (barely breathing):“It’s coming from the banyan tree area…”
Suddenly he saw a silhouette — a thin, long figure standing still.
Not moving.Not walking.Just standing.
Aarav (shaken):“Is someone there?”
The figure slowly raised its head toward him.
Aarav stumbled back, heart pounding.
The bells stopped.
The figure vanished.
CHAPTER 4 — “You Saw Her”
Morning came with uneasy silence.
Aarav rushed to Raghu’s house.
Aarav:“Last night… I heard the bells. I saw something near the banyan tree.”
Raghu (looks frightened):“You looked at her.”
Aarav:“At who? A woman?”
Raghu:“She is no longer a woman. She is a soul tied to her pain.”
Aarav:“Why would a spirit ring a bell?”
Raghu:“Because she rang it the night she died. She rang it begging for someone to save her.”
Aarav:“What happened to her?”
Raghu hesitated.His voice trembled.
Raghu:“She killed herself. And the bell she rang with her last breath… still rings.”
CHAPTER 5 — “The Banyan Bell”
Aarav went to the banyan tree with Shruti.
The tree looked ancient, twisted, hungry.
Below it lay a rusted metal bell — half buried in the roots.
Aarav:“This is where she died?”
Shruti:“Yes. She climbed this tree… tied a rope… and… ended her life.”
Aarav (softly):“Why?”
Shruti (voice breaking):“Because someone broke her… in a way no one could see. Her name was Kamini.”
A sudden gust of cold wind hit them.
The bell rang once.Soft.Unprovoked.
Both of them froze.
Shruti:“Aarav… we should leave.”
Aarav:“I need to know the full story.”
Shruti:“Stories don’t kill. Curiosity does.”
She grabbed his arm and pulled him away.
But Aarav turned back once.And for a moment…He saw a girl’s shadow hanging from the branch.
CHAPTER 6 — “The Teacher Who Knew Too Much”
Aarav visited the retired schoolteacher, Meera, who had taught in Chandipur for 40 years.
Aarav:“Ma’am, I’m researching the village’s history. I heard you knew Kamini.”
Meera (voice heavy):“I wish I didn’t. Some memories are burdens.”
Aarav:“Please… I want to understand. What kind of girl was she?”
Meera:“She was sunshine. Always smiling, always helping. She dreamt of building the first temple here. She said a village without a temple is a village without hope.”
Aarav:“But why didn’t the village build one?”
Meera (hesitating):“Because after she died… no one dared. It became her territory.”
Aarav:“Her territory? But spirits—”
