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<p style="font-weight:bold; color:black; background-color:#ccffcc; padding:5px;">📚✨ Welcome to the <strong>Faculty of Arts</strong> at the <a href="https://www.du.ac.in" target="_blank" style="color:#006400;">University of Delhi</a>! Want to explore more? Check out <a href="https://glimpses.du.ac.in/" target="_blank" style="color:#006400;">DU's Gallery of Images</a>. 🌟</p>
<p style="font-weight:bold; color:black; background-color:#ccffcc; padding:5px;">The story begins in a cozy corner of the University of Delhi's Faculty of Arts. 🏛️ Boogy, Dudu, Shris, and Cuby sit together, a mismatched yet inseparable group of friends. 💬 The air is thick with the aroma of chai ☕ and samosas 🥟 as students buzz about their assignments and campus life.</p>
<p style="font-weight:bold; color:black; background-color:#ccffcc; padding:5px;">Boogy, ever curious and observant, listens intently as a group of juniors whisper about eerie ghost sightings 👻 in the Faculty of Arts. Her eyes sparkle ✨ with intrigue, and she knows instantly that this is no ordinary rumor—it’s a story begging to be unraveled.</p>
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<li>😂 <a href="javascript:void(0);" style="color:#006400;">[[Ignore the rumor.]]</a></li>
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<h3>📖 Boogy – The Literary Soul</h3>
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<p>"Boogy is the quintessential English Hons student—thoughtful, introspective, and deeply in love with literature. She has a knack for finding beauty in the mundane and sees stories waiting to be told everywhere she goes. Boogy is the glue of the group, balancing her love for literary theories with an adventurous spirit that compels her to dive into the unknown. With her sharp mind and empathetic nature, she naturally becomes the leader of their ghost-hunting escapade."</p>
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<h3>🧮 Dudu – The Logical Genius</h3>
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<p>"Dudu is a brilliant but understated math whiz who can solve complex equations faster than most can order a coffee. With his calm demeanor and logical approach, he often grounds the group when their imaginations run wild. Dudu harbors a soft spot for Boogy, and his protective instincts come to the fore whenever danger looms. His analytical skills prove indispensable during their investigations, whether it’s decoding mysterious symbols or planning their next move."</p>
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<h3>🥊 Shris – The Fierce Fighter</h3>
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<p>"Shris is the loud and lively spark of the group. Coming from an affluent family, she flaunts her privileged upbringing with pride, but her passion for boxing reveals her fierce and disciplined side. Shris is the group's muscle, unafraid to confront challenges head-on—sometimes literally. Though she often seems obsessed with her protein shakes and calorie counts, her loyalty to her friends is unwavering. Her physical prowess becomes crucial when facing the ghost’s more terrifying manifestations."</p>
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<h3>📚 Cuby – The Quiet Scholar</h3>
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<p>"Cuby, affectionately named for her soft, innocent demeanor, is a shy and anxiety-prone genius who excels in research. She is the quintessential academic, preferring the quiet company of books to loud social gatherings. Despite her timid nature, Cuby possesses an encyclopedic knowledge of campus history and folklore, making her the group’s information powerhouse. Her anxiety often gets the better of her, but her friends’ support helps her rise to the occasion."</p>
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They start discussing about their upcoming mid-terms. Professor W is very lazy and refuses to return the assignments on time. They decide to talk more about department gossip and then go back home. On the way back home, they enjoy the food from the newly opened fast food stalls outside the Vishwavidyalay Metro Station. Check here
<a href="https://so.city/delhi/article/8-cheap-and-fab-dishes-like-bhelpuri-kachori-aloo-more-we-found-vishwavidyalaya-metro-station" target="_blank">this link</a>
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<div class="text-box"> Now we have two options
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<span style="font-family: 'Arial'; font-size: 20px; font-weight: bold; color: black;">Scene 1: "The First Encounter"</span>
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Location: Faculty of Arts Corridor, University of Delhi
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Time: Late evening, after the last class of the day. The campus is unusually quiet, with only the faint hum of distant chatter from students gathering in the courtyard.
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Boogy, Dudu, Shris, and Cuby cautiously step into the dimly lit corridor of the Faculty of Arts. The air feels thick with anticipation, their footsteps echoing off the ancient stone walls, and the flickering overhead lights create unsettling shadows.
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The corridor is lined with old photographs of distinguished professors, some of whom were long gone. The team can feel the weight of history in the air. The floor creaks beneath their feet as they walk, and the faint smell of old books and dust fills the air.
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Suddenly, a cold breeze sweeps down the corridor. Shris shivers and pulls her jacket tighter around her. "Did anyone else feel that?" she asks, eyes darting nervously.
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Boogy, always the curious one, leads the way. "Stay close," she whispers, scanning the corridor.
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As they pass a broken chair near the end of the hallway, a shadow catches their eyes. It floats eerily, just inches off the ground, moving like a wisp of smoke. The shadow seems to flicker and distort in the low light, its edges bleeding into the surrounding darkness.
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Dudu, usually calm and composed, is the first to speak. "That's not a reflection. Something's here." His voice is steady, but his eyes reveal a flicker of doubt.
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The shadow seems to respond to their presence, its form stretching and shrinking unnaturally. It hovers by the broken chair—a relic of the past, its armrest cracked and the fabric torn. The air grows colder, and the team instinctively pulls together.
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Then, a faint whisper, almost indistinguishable from the sound of wind, drifts through the corridor. The words are fragmented, like a message that’s been lost to time. "I...died...unseen...system...corruption..."
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Boogy steps forward, eyes wide with realization. "It’s the ghost of the professor... the one who died under mysterious circumstances. This has to be him."
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Shris scoffs, trying to mask her unease. "Well, we’re not going to solve anything by standing here. We need answers."
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Cuby, her voice trembling, steps back. "It feels wrong... like we're disturbing something we shouldn't."
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The shadow pulses again, its form flickering in and out of existence. The temperature in the hallway drops dramatically, and the sound of whispers becomes louder, more coherent, but still indistinct.
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Dudu steps closer to the shadow, his mind working fast. "This isn't a typical haunting. The energy is... fragmented. We need to figure out what’s connecting him to this place."
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Suddenly, the shadow seems to notice them. With a low, echoing sigh, it begins to move toward the group. The faintest of ghostly hands reaches out, as if trying to touch something they cannot grasp.
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The group freezes. The air crackles with tension, and a chill sweeps through the corridor.
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Boogy, with a mix of excitement and fear, grabs her phone and starts recording. "We’ve got to find a way to help him. There’s a story here, and it's desperate to be told."
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Just then, the shadow evaporates into thin air, leaving behind an eerie silence. The coldness lingers for a moment before fading away completely.
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Do they stay and investigate the broken chair, hoping to find a clue about the professor's death, or move on to the next department, looking for more sightings to understand the ghost’s past?
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[[I want to know about Boogy now.->Know Boogy and her friends]]
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[[Investigate the Broken Chair]]
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[[We can move to the Next Department]]</p>
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As the shadow evaporates, leaving an eerie silence in its wake, Boogy, Dudu, Shris, and Cuby stand frozen, the tension still crackling in the air. It’s Cuby who finally breaks the silence.
“That chair,” she says, pointing to the broken armchair near the end of the hallway. “There’s something about it. Did you see how the shadow lingered near it?”
Boogy nods, stepping closer to the chair. “It feels... important. Let’s check it out.”
The chair, clearly ancient, is a relic of the faculty’s long history. Its armrest is cracked, and the faded fabric on the seat is torn, revealing the yellowing stuffing beneath. The wood is engraved with intricate carvings, though years of neglect have dulled their details.
Dudu kneels beside it, running his hands along the carvings. “These patterns—they almost look like symbols. Maybe it’s some kind of code?”
Shris, skeptical but curious, flips out her phone’s flashlight and begins examining the chair. “If this is a clue, it’s not exactly shouting at us. Let’s see if there’s anything hidden inside.”
Boogy pulls a pocketknife from her bag and carefully cuts into the torn fabric of the seat cushion. As she digs deeper, her fingers brush against something hard and brittle. She pulls it out—a bundle of folded, yellowed papers tied with an old, frayed ribbon.
“What’s this?” Boogy whispers, her heart pounding.
They gather around as she unties the ribbon and unfolds the papers. The first page is covered in cryptic handwriting, faded but legible under the flashlight. The words are in English but riddled with strange symbols and annotations in the margins.
Cuby gasps. “These... these look like notes. Research notes?”
Dudu examines the pages more closely. “It’s some kind of draft. See here? It’s talking about the ‘future of interdisciplinary studies’ and the ‘revival of literature through collaborative frameworks.’”
Boogy flips through the pages, her breath quickening. “These must be some professor’s notes. He was working on something groundbreaking—something he never got the chance to present.”
Shris squints at a peculiar phrase scrawled at the bottom of one page:
“The hall of wisdom holds the map, but the path is guarded by the burden of stagnation.”
“What does that even mean?” Shris mutters, frowning.
“It’s a clue,” Boogy says, her eyes gleaming with determination. “The hall of wisdom... that’s the library. The ‘burden of stagnation’ must be those forces the professor warned us about.”
Cuby shivers, hugging herself. “This is bigger than we thought. If these notes are part of his unfinished work, we need to find all of it—and figure out how to protect it.”
Dudu folds the papers carefully, tucking them into his bag. “Whatever this is, it’s too important to leave here. We need to head to the library. But we have to be ready for... whatever’s waiting for us.”
As they prepare to leave the corridor, the faint sound of whispers returns, like a warning carried on the wind.
“Let’s go,” Boogy says firmly. “We’ve got work to do.”
Let's go and take a look around!
[[Next Department->We can move to the Next Department]]
[[Go Back->Investigate immediately]]
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<div class="text-box">Move on to the Next Department → They head to the Faculty of Social Sciences, where rumors of similar sightings are spreading. Could there be more to the professor's story?
[[Find Here]]
[[Go Back->Investigate the Broken Chair]]
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<div class="text-box">Scene 2: "Whispers of the Forgotten"
Location: Faculty of Social Sciences, University of Delhi
Time: Early evening, as twilight begins to set in.
The team enters the Faculty of Social Sciences, the air charged with an inexplicable energy. Unlike the dimly lit corridor they had just left, this department is eerily silent, with no students in sight. The faint sound of rustling papers echoes through the hall, though no one is around.
Boogy leads the way, clutching her notebook tightly. "We need to figure out why he’s appearing now. Ghosts don’t haunt without reason."
Cuby, hesitant but determined, speaks up. "If the shadow is tied to the professor, we need to understand what he’s trying to communicate. Maybe he left behind something important."
Dudu adjusts his glasses and looks at a bulletin board filled with old notices. "We need a method to communicate. If the fragments of whispers are anything to go by, he’s reaching out but can't fully connect with us."
[[Clue 1: Find Professor's Office]]
[[Go Back->We can move to the Next Department]]
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Clue 1: A Note in the Professor’s Old Office
The group decides to investigate the professor’s old office, rumored to have been locked since his death. Upon entering, they are met with a room frozen in time. Dust-covered books and an overturned chair speak of abandonment.
Shris examines the desk, where a pile of papers sits undisturbed. Among them, she finds a handwritten note:
"To my successor, whoever may find this: The truth lies within the words of Milton, Eliot, and Bhagat. They hold the key to everything I left behind."
Boogy scans the bookshelf. "Milton, Eliot, and Bhagat? Could he mean Paradise Lost, The Waste Land, and Five Point Someone? These authors span different eras—there must be a deeper connection."
Cuby nods. "Maybe these works have a message hidden in them."
[[Clue 2: The Library—A Place of Revelation]]
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Clue 2: The Library—A Place of Revelation
The team heads to the central library, where the books are kept. On reaching the dusty shelves, they find the three titles grouped together. Each has a faint glow, as though marked by the professor himself.
Opening Paradise Lost, Dudu discovers a passage underlined in red:
"Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven."
Boogy reads aloud. "He felt wronged by the system. Maybe he believed he was betrayed."
Next, they examine The Waste Land. Shris finds a line highlighted in Eliot's fragmented masterpiece:
"These fragments I have shored against my ruins."
Cuby whispers, "His work… he left pieces of himself behind. He’s trying to tell us his legacy was destroyed."
Finally, Five Point Someone. The group finds a scribbled note tucked inside the back cover:
"Corruption begins with compromise. Speak truth even in shadows."
Dudu puts it together. "The professor might have been a whistleblower. He uncovered corruption in the appointment system and paid the price for it."
[[Connecting with the Ghost]]
[[Clue 3]]
[[Go Back->Clue 1: Find Professor's Office]]
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As they leave the library, the temperature drops again, signaling the ghost’s presence. This time, the shadow appears more defined, its form resembling a man in a long academic robe.
Boogy steps forward. "We’ve read the books. We understand you now. Tell us what you want."
The ghost lets out a low, mournful sound. This time, the words are clear. "My truth... lies... in the archives. Expose... them."
Shris gasps. "The university archives! He must’ve left evidence there."
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Clue 3: The Hidden Files
In the basement of the Faculty of Arts lies the university archive, a labyrinth of old records and forgotten files. The group finds a dusty, locked cabinet labeled "Appointments 2010-2015."
Cuby uses her bobby pin to pick the lock (her hidden talent), and they uncover a file marked with the professor’s name. Inside are documents revealing his attempts to report systemic corruption—letters ignored by the administration, warnings dismissed, and ultimately, a termination notice suspiciously signed just days before his death.
A final handwritten note reads:
"I may not live to see justice, but I hope the next generation will. If you are reading this, do not let my story die."
[[Communicate Now]]
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“The Graduation Hall Encounter”
Location: The under-construction Graduation Ceremony Hall, Faculty of Arts, University of Delhi
Time: Midnight, bathed in a pale moonlight seeping through the unfinished windows
Determined to uncover the truth, Boogy and her friends decide to stay back that night. With the campus deserted and silence blanketing the Faculty of Arts, they make their way to the half-built Graduation Ceremony Hall—a place shrouded in rumors of ghostly sightings and eerie happenings.
The hall, though incomplete, already emanates a strange energy. Scaffolding frames the walls, and piles of bricks and cement bags are strewn about. The centerpiece of the hall is a grand, unfinished stage, its polished wood gleaming faintly in the moonlight. Dust particles dance in the air, and the occasional sound of the wind whistling through the cracks sends chills down their spines.
Cuby adjusts her glasses nervously, clutching the EMF detector she brought along. “Are we sure about this? This place feels... heavier than the corridor.”
Boogy, fueled by curiosity and an almost reckless bravery, nods. “This is where we’ll find answers. The ghost isn’t just haunting the faculty; he’s trying to tell us something.”
Dudu unpacks his homemade “spirit communicator,” a device cobbled together with old radio parts, a thermal sensor, and a portable speaker. “If he’s here, this will help us hear him clearly. Let’s set it up near the stage.”
Shris, ever the skeptic, rolls her eyes but follows them. “Fine, but if something jumps out at us, don’t expect me to stick around.”
They position themselves near the stage, arranging their equipment. As Dudu switches on the communicator, a low hum fills the hall, followed by faint crackling. The temperature drops noticeably, and a mist begins to gather at the edge of the stage. Slowly, the ghostly figure of the professor materializes, his form more defined than before. He appears as an older man with weary eyes, his tattered academic robe swirling around him as though caught in an invisible wind.
“You have returned,” the professor’s voice echoes, resonating through the empty hall. It carries a mix of sorrow and resolve.
Boogy steps forward, her voice steady. “We’re here to listen. Tell us your story, Professor. What keeps you tied to this place?”
The ghost looks at each of them, his expression softening. “I was once a passionate scholar, devoted to the study of literature and the humanities. I dreamed of a day when these fields would flourish, when students would see their worth not as mere degrees but as the foundation of critical thought and imagination. But...”
His voice falters, his form flickering briefly. Then, regaining composure, he continues. “The system failed me. I struggled for years to earn a permanent position, only to see it go to those with influence, not merit. When I died, my work—my vision for the humanities—remained incomplete. And now... I watch as this field I cherished is dismissed, its importance buried beneath apathy and indifference.”
A heavy silence follows, broken only by the sound of the wind outside.
“What can we do to help?” Dudu asks, his analytical mind already racing with possibilities.
The professor’s eyes glow faintly, a sign of hope piercing his spectral despair. “In the library, hidden within the pages of an old, forgotten volume, lies my draft proposal—a blueprint for reviving the humanities through interdisciplinary research. But beware: forces beyond comprehension haunt this faculty. They thrive on laziness, cynicism, and chaos, turning scholars into mere shells of their potential.”
“What kind of forces?” Shris asks, skeptical but intrigued.
“Evil energies,” the professor says gravely. “Manifestations of stagnation and despair. They lurk in every corner of this place, whispering discouragement into the minds of students and professors alike. You will need more than bravery to overcome them. Seek the artifacts of past scholars—symbols of their wisdom and perseverance. Only with their guidance can you complete my work.”
The group exchanges uneasy glances.
Cuby, her voice quivering, asks, “Where do we start?”
The ghost raises a hand, pointing toward the center of the faculty. “Begin at the courtyard, beneath the statue of Swami Vivekananda. There, bury a pen—an emblem of your intent to honor knowledge and creativity. It will serve as a beacon, guiding you to what you need.”
Boogy nods resolutely. “We’ll do it. We’ll find your work and see it through.”
The professor’s form begins to fade, his final words lingering in the air. “You carry the future of literature and the humanities in your hands. Do not falter.”
[[What to do now?]]
[[Go Back->Clue 3]]
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“The Courtyard Oath”
The friends gather at the faculty’s central courtyard, where the statue of Swami Vivekananda stands tall, a symbol of wisdom and inspiration. The moon casts a silvery glow over the scene, and the air feels charged with purpose.
Boogy kneels at the base of the statue, holding a sleek black pen she had used throughout her undergraduate years—a symbol of her own dedication to literature. She places it carefully in the freshly dug earth.
“We pledge to honor knowledge and creativity,” she says softly, her voice steady despite the emotions coursing through her. “And to carry forward the legacy of those who came before us.”
The others echo her words, their voices merging into a solemn promise.
As they cover the pen with soil, a faint light emanates from the ground, pulsating briefly before fading. The group feels an inexplicable warmth, a reassurance that they are on the right path.
[[What happened to Dead Professor?]]
[[Go Back->Communicate Now]]
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“The Library’s Secret”
Their next stop is the central library, where the ghost had hinted his draft proposal was hidden. The grand old building looms before them, its arched windows glowing faintly in the darkness. Inside, the scent of aged paper and leather-bound books greets them.
Boogy leads the way to the humanities section, where the shelves tower over them, filled with books that seem to hum with untapped potential. Following the ghost’s cryptic clues, they search for a specific volume—an anthology of critical essays on interdisciplinary research.
After what feels like hours, Cuby exclaims, “Found it!” She pulls out a thick, dust-covered book, its spine barely legible. Inside, tucked between its pages, is the professor’s draft proposal.
The document outlines an ambitious plan to integrate literature with fields like philosophy, science, and technology, emphasizing the role of storytelling in shaping human understanding. The group is awestruck by its brilliance.
But before they can celebrate, a shadow falls over them. The evil forces the ghost had warned about are here, manifesting as whispers of doubt and fear that creep into their minds.
[[The adventure continues...]]
[[Go Back->What to do now?]]
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In the next chapter, the team must confront these forces, retrieve the artifacts of past scholars, and fulfill the professor’s vision, ensuring the humanities regain their rightful place in academia.
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