The neighbor brought food to the whole boarding house every day, and when the whole village had to be hospitalized, they were surprised to realize the real plot inside
In a small village on the outskirts of Shimla town, everyone loved Mrs. Devi Sharma – a widow who lived alone in an old wooden house next to a pine forest.

She was gentle, quiet, and always had a kind smile for everyone. But what made everyone love her was: every day she brought delicious food to give to the whole village.

From golden paratha, green bean curry, masala-cooked river fish, to sweet kheer – all were carefully cooked by her, neatly placed in shiny tin boxes.

“My family cooked extra, the children ate for fun.”

“Mrs. Devi is so kind, she is truly a blessing to our village!”

Every weekend, people saw her walking along the red dirt road, holding trays of hot food and handing them out to each house. Gradually, the villagers took it as a sweet habit.
Everyone waited for her to come, hardly anyone cooked anymore.

It was a hot Sunday, the sun had just risen above the mountains when the whole village of Bhalukpur was in chaos.
People vomited, some were dizzy, some collapsed in the middle of the road. Children cried, old people trembled. Ambulances roared down the small dirt road, taking people one by one to the district hospital.

Doctors initially thought it was mass food poisoning, but when the test results were announced, everyone was stunned:

It was not food poisoning.
It was a very strong… nerve stimulant – small doses but accumulated over time, causing serious damage to nerve cells.

The nurse wrote down the list of patients and shuddered:

“All these people… live in the same area.
The house next to the forest, where Mrs. Devi lives.”

Mrs. Devi’s house was empty.
The door was wide open, the ashes were cold.

In the gloomy kitchen, the police discovered dozens of glass jars stacked from floor to shelf, filled with strange things:
Black roots, scorpions, small snakes, bat wings, and even… white bones mixed in a murky liquid.

On the table was a tattered old photograph of a young woman being burned in the courtyard of the communal house, behind which was a faintly scrawled line in Hindi:

“Avenge your mother.”

When they looked back at the records of Bhalukpur village more than 40 years ago, the police found a hidden case:
A woman named Kamala Devi, rumored by the villagers to be a witch, specializing in “cursing” crops to cause failure.
Out of superstition and fear, the whole village went to the communal house, tied Kamala to a bamboo pole, and burned her alive in front of her young daughter.

The girl, then 7 years old, named Sita, fainted while rushing to save her mother.
After that, Kamala was given a hasty burial, and the child disappeared without a trace.

No one knew whether she was alive or dead.

Until now — Devi Sharma was Sita back then.

The girl returned, living quietly among the very people who had killed her mother, cooking for them every day — and slowly poisoning them with kindness.

A week after the whole village was hospitalized, only one person was unaffected:
10-year-old Rani — the daughter of the owner of a nearby grocery store.

When the doctor asked, Rani told the truth:

“I never ate the food Devi gave me. I was afraid of the strange smell, so I threw it all in the trash can behind the house.”

But what sent chills down everyone’s spines was her next story:

“Every time she gave me something, she whispered:
‘You don’t need to eat it, you’re a good boy… just like me when I was little.’”

No one saw Devi again.

Some people said that night, they saw the shadow of a woman in a white sari walking towards the pine forest, holding a bamboo tray, softly singing an old lullaby.

The next morning, all that remained on the dirt road was a long trail of ash and the pungent smell of wet wood smoke.

The whole village of Bhalukpur was abandoned after that.
No one dared to move there.
The people of the area called that place “The Village of the Last Meal”