The Whisper Behind the Door. AI-Generated.
It was around 11:45 at night when I reached my cousin’s old house in Chakwal. I was travelling from Lahore, and since the bus had been delayed, I got there much later than planned. The place was on the edge of the village, a big old haveli my cousin’s family had inherited from their grandfather. I’d been there before as a kid, but never alone at night.
