𝗔 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗴𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆. 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆, 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲.

'Stop staying up late at night reading these ghost movies and stories. Otherwise, it won't take long for you to see these things happening to you.'

I ignored my aunt's words. I have been staying at my aunt's house in Gazipur Cantonment for a month. The environment here is completely different. The beauty of the Gazari forest is truly immense. My aunt's house is in Shimultali. There are more trees here than people.

It is 11 pm. Everyone in the house has already eaten and fallen asleep. I don't fall asleep so quickly. I grew up in the city, so I have a habit of staying up late at night. As soon as everyone goes to sleep, I turn off the lights in my room and turn on the dream light. I start reading ghost stories. I have already finished reading many stories in a row. Some of them were thrilling, some were mediocre. Suddenly, I heard the sound of water. When I went to the washroom, I saw that the tap was off. Without thinking anything, I turned off the tap. After a while, the same sound came again. This time I was annoyed. I had just turned off the tap. What happened again? The call was lost, wasn't it? I had to hang up again with difficulty. The mood to read the story was ruined. I sat on the balcony with my phone in my hand. There was a huge problem with the internet again. I couldn't do anything at home. So I went to the balcony to browse Facebook.

'What's your name?'

Suddenly, I looked around at someone's voice. My eyes went to the window of the next house. There was someone's figure in front of the window. It seemed like someone was sitting there. It was difficult to make out her face in the darkness. The figure was completely black. However, I guessed from the voice that it was a girl's. I answered without hesitation,

'My name is Fariha. And yours?'

She replied in a low voice,

'Munmun. Will you be my friend?'

I was surprised. I don't know if she knows me or not, a girl is asking me to be her friend at this time of night? What kind of talk is this? I replied immediately,

‘I have many friends already. Well, I went to sleep. Good night.’

With that, I entered the room. Before entering, I looked back. The girl was sitting exactly where she was before—not moving, as if she were a statue. I closed the balcony door and went inside the room.

There was no water in the room, my throat was dry. Suddenly I remembered that there was a bottle of water on the dining room table. Without delay, I walked towards it. But suddenly I stopped.

Someone seemed to be sitting on the chair at the dining table. At first, I couldn’t see clearly, the figure was blurry in the darkness. But as my eyes slowly adjusted, I realized—a dark, swarthy girl. Her skin was as dark as a bottom. Her hair was thickly tangled. She was sitting in place, not moving.

My hairline trembled with fear. The pounding in my chest seemed to double. Who is this again? This late at night, inside the house? I started to pray. My throat was dry, not a word came out of my mouth. My feet were frozen to the ground, I didn't dare to move an inch. My eyes were fixed on that strange figure despite my reluctance. This time, I dared to ask the black figure,

'Who are you?'

A moment of silence. The silence in the room seemed to thicken even more. Then, in a moment, that figure made a terrible groaning sound, as if a suffocating animal was moaning in pain.

Without turning his head, he replied in a low voice,

Note: Please look at the small mistakes in the writing of the story with a forgiving eye; finally, don't forget to tell me in the comments how you liked it.