a woman in a long white dress walking down a path in the woods

On a foggy night in a small village, a young man named Vikram was walking home through the dense forest. Locals had long warned about the forest, whispering tales of a woman who roamed the woods after sunset, luring travelers to their doom. Vikram, however, brushed off the stories as mere superstition.As he made his way deeper into the woods, the fog thickened, and he heard soft footsteps behind him. Turning around, he saw nothing. The silence was unnerving, broken only by the sound of his heartbeat. He quickened his pace, but the footsteps grew louder, matching his every step. Suddenly, a chilling voice called his name, “Vikram...” It was a woman’s voice, soft and eerie. He turned again, and there she was--a pale figure in white, her face hidden beneath long, black hair, her arms reaching out toward him. Frozen in terror, Vikram tried to run, but his legs felt heavy, as if the ground was pulling him down.The figure whispered again, "Stay with me..." Her cold fingers brushed his arm. Panic surged through him,