Part 1: The Shadowed Apartment

In Walk 2022, a youthful man named Tanveer moved to Dhaka after securing a work at a multinational company. Coming from a little town, the bustling city life and the overpowering swarm were not simple for him to alter. On top of that, his budget was tight. So, he chosen to lease a little level in an ancient, four-story building in Ancient Dhaka—Unit 3.

The level looked plain. Three rooms, a kitchen, and an old-fashioned washroom. The dividers were a bit moist, and the dust-covered windows blocked the daylight. But the most unusual thing was that no one else lived within the building but for an elderly caretaker on the ground floor. He was the one who took care of everything.

The primary two days were fine. Tanveer began his office schedule, altering to his unused life within the city. But on the third night, unusual things began happening.

At 3 AM, Tanveer woke up. The discussion in his room felt overwhelming, and breathing got to be troublesome. All of a sudden, there was a clamor from the kitchen—CLINK! It sounded like something glass had smashed. He surged to the kitchen, as it were to discover that a glass had fallen on the floor and smashed, indeed in spite of the fact that he hadn't utilized it.

A chill ran down Tanveer's spine. He attempted to rationalize it, considering it could've been a cat or a mouse, but deep down, he knew something wasn't right. The following day at work, he casually said it to his colleagues. They snickered it off. “You leased an ancient level in Ancient Dhaka. It's likely fair a small 'ghostly' vibe,” one of them kidded.

But the odd occasions didn't stop there. Each night, around the same time—3 AM—the clock on the divider would solidify, and the discussion in his room would end up overwhelming. One night, he particularly listened whispering:

“Get me out…”

When Tanveer looked toward the entryway, he saw something standing there—a shadow. It was dim, and he couldn't see the figure clearly, but two eyes were unmistakable, gazing at him. Fair as all of a sudden because it showed up, the shadow vanished.

Tanveer chosen to explore the history of the level. The following day, he inquired the caretaker almost the past inhabitants.

The ancient man remained noiseless for a whereas some time recently answering, “A young lady named Tahsina lived here three a long time back. She was calm, but one night, her body was found hanging close the kitchen window. The police said it was suicide, but... individuals said she didn't slaughter herself.”

Tanveer solidified. “What do you mean?”

The ancient man faltered some time recently talking once more. “Some said she was having inconvenience with her boyfriend, others said there was a issue with the proprietor. After her passing, no one remained at this level for long. It's unusual that you've kept going this long.”

That night, Tanveer found a scrap of paper beneath his entryway. He picked it up and perused the penmanship:

“Tahsina didn't kick the bucket by suicide. She was slaughtered. Discover out—check the capacity room on the ground floor.”

His heart beat. He knew the capacity room was continuously bolted. But interest, blended with fear, drove him to go to the first floor.

The capacity room entryway was opened.

Interior, there was a metal pantry, a few ancient papers, dress, and a torn journal.

Opening the journal, Tanveer found the primary page:

“If I pass on, somebody ought to know the truth… I didn't murder myself. I know, they are attending to murder me.”

His body went cold. Who was she composing to? Who was the “they” she said?

He chosen to inquire the caretaker more questions the next day, but when Tanveer opened the journal once more, he found some more pages with interesting names and codes composed in them. One note perused:

“R-12. In case anybody finds the record, they'll be finished.”

Tanveer had no thought what “R-12” implied, but the words frequented him.

That night, something indeed more alarming happened.

It was 3 AM once again. Tanveer woke up, feeling choked. He looked around and saw, standing within the corner of his room, a shadow—Tahsina's face—pale, with ragged looking eyes, mouthing something in hush.

“R-12... It's still here… it's still hidden…”

Tanveer promptly ran ground floor to the capacity room. This time, his fear was blended with assurance. He wasn't frightened any longer. He had to discover the truth.

Within the capacity room, he found a free brick beneath the floor. Underneath it, there was a covered compartment. Interior, a heap of ancient papers and a little streak drive.

He speedily stopped the streak drive into his tablet. The records on it were explosive—financial reports, plans of extortion, and debasement related to the proprietor. It got to be clear: Tahsina had found something tremendous.

There was also a voice recording on the drive. Tanveer played it:

“If I kick the bucket, it's not a suicide. I know what they did. They'll do anything to cover it up. They're after me.”

All of a sudden, a chill ran through him. He knew that the bad dream had fair started.

__To be continued…