Call of the Dark. A strange

phenomenon suddenly began in the quiet village of Dholeshwar. In a small place lined with trees, people were exposed to modernity, where people lived simple lives. However, recently, as soon as the night fell, the villagers retired to their homes. Rahul, a university student from Dhaka, came to the village to see an old house belonging to a friend's grandfather. His friend, who now lives abroad, asked him to take a photo of the house so that he could sell it. Rahul believed in the mystery that was often hidden in such places - old houses, far away villages. The family was really scary. Wooden doors eat termites, broken glass and moss covering the wall. In the courtyard, there was a huge jamumbaum that swirled long shadows over the stairs. The interior was also weak and dark during the day. Despite this, Rahul decided to park his bag and spend at least one night there. Nothing happened on the first night. Rahul was busy eating quietly and taking photos. But at 1am, he was scared by the sound, like a man with his nails scratched by the wooden door. He thought it was a cat or an animal. He glowed the flashlight on his phone and opened the door. There is nothing. The next day, he went to the village and spoke to the locals. The old man said to him, - "No one lives in this house, son. Fifteen years ago, Madudan Dutta committed suicide there. Since then, people say he'll be back...especially on full moon nights. " Rahul replied with Giggle, - "I really don't believe in ghosts or ghosts, uncle." The old man saw him with a strange expression, : "Then spend the night under the tree of Jamun, convincing himself." Rahul did exactly that to do this in the middle of the night, and decided to sit under the tree of Jamun. Then he heard a voice - brass and far away - spread out of the house: - "Rahul... please don't take a picture of me..." He rose to his feet and slapped his heart. How did someone know his name? A flashlight in his hand, he went to the house. The door was locked in the darkness. Suddenly, a shadow passed him. A cold whisper passed through his ears: - Rahul Froze. Near the entrance, he looked at the weakly shining mirror. But his reflection was... wrong. He couldn't see himself. Instead, two shining eyes turned from the other side.

A little pushed him from behind as he began to run away. He fell violently onto the floor, the phone was slippery, and the flashlight died. A twisted laugh echoed around him - not entirely male or female. Rahul left the house and ran directly to the old man who had prayed in the temple village. He grabbed everything. The old man - "Madhusdan's body was found directly in front of this mirror. It was not a suicide. He was caught in the mirror. This mirror is cursed." Rahul left the village the next morning. He never visited an abandoned house again and took more photos of the old building. But there was a picture on his phone - exactly this night - a blurry photo showing two shining eyes in the mirror. Every time he deletes a photo, it comes back. Every time he starts calling it, it reappears - how something refuses to be removed internally. "Don't delete me... I'm still here..." Ends. Please tell me if you like the sequel or the longer historical version!