*Shadow Mask*

It was late at night. At the edge of the village, an old two-storey home was laid out as the "House of Shadows." No one lived there for years. No one wanted to buy it because everyone believed something was there - consistent and still awful.

Raffy, the young architect of the city, bought the house. He believed that there were no ghosts. He was a reasonable man in the city. He wanted to give this old building a modern note. "Ghost stories are artificial," he told a friend. "I don't believe in such superstitions."

*First day: Strange emotions * Raffy pulled into his house one night with him. The air was difficult. Even the birds looked quiet. When he went in, he smelled strange - old wood, mold, and... like fiery frankincense! Still, no one lit up anything. That night, I woke up to the sound of the door opening. He stood up and found the door. Nevertheless, he knew he had closed it tightly.

"Only the wind," he comforted himself.

*Day 2: Shadow of the Mirror *

The subsequent day, earlier than beginning work, he explored the rooms of the house. On the second floor, there has been a room with a massive replica hanging. Rafi seemed into the replicate and abruptly noticed the shadow of a girl in the back of him! He became around—no person became there. Looking again at the replicate, the shadow had disappeared. He thought, "Fatigue, possibly an optical illusion."

Suddenly, he became startled! Was a person calling his call? Again, he heard a tender voice—The room smelled of vintage quilts, damaged chairs, and torn paintings. Suddenly, a door slammed close with a noisy noise! Raihan ran to open it, after which he noticed—a woman status in a nook of the room.

Her hair became long, her face unseen. She slowly became around. Raihans throat went dry. Her eyes have been red, and there has been blood on the nook of her lips.

She said, "My call became Rubina. I used to stay in this house. They burned me to death; my crime became loving a boy from the town...The woman slowly approached. She said, Raihan threw his torch in fear; it fell to the ground. The woman abruptly vanished before her eyes.

At dawn, Raihan regained awareness within the neighborhood hospital. Abbas knowledgeable him that he had observed Raihan mendacity in the front of the residence past due at night time and taken him in. But the bizarre aspect turned into—*no person had visible him entering the residence*. Raihan quietly resigned from his office. He lowers back to the city, however, he ought to now not chortle as before. Even now, in his sleep, a person calls his name—"Raihan..."

*The Mask of Shadows

It turned into past due at night time. At the some distance give up of the village stood a crumbling two-tale residence, draped in vines and mystery. Locals known as it the “House of Shadows.” For decades, it had remained abandoned—no person lived there, and no person dared to even step inside. They believed something sinister lurked within. Something unseen. Something that was watched. Rafi, a younger architect from Dhaka, had currently moved to the nation-state looking for solitude and inspiration. He didn't agree with the ghost stories. He turned into logical, modern—raised many of the noise of cause and concrete. When he noticed the residence was indexed on the market at a throwaway price, he didn't hesitate. “Superstition,” he scoffed, “is for folks who worry their personal shadows.”

He deliberated to renovate the residence, maintain its colonial structure, and perhaps even flip it right into a visitor inn for curious travelers. ---