STORY NAME "HIDAYAH"

Joynagar was a quiet, small community that had almost vanished into history. It sat in silence, surrounded by thick forests and a few huts. A girl named Hidayah lived in an old brick house at the edge of this village. a mystery within her. Hidayah had never been the same. She kept to herself and spoke little. Nobody sat beside her at school. She laughed erratically and occasionally screamed in anguish into thin air, according to rumors spread among the villagers. She had lived by herself in that decaying house since her parents' enigmatic deaths. The villagers were of the opinion that there was something dark and unseen within her. Neela, a brave girl, once attempted to become friends with Hidayah. The following day, Neela passed away from a fever and fear, yelling until she died, "The mirror... it was looking at me..." Since then, no one has dared venture near Hidayah's residence. A young man by the name of Rakib arrived in Joynagar a year later. He was a school teacher who didn't believe in ghost stories and was from the city. He saw her at the gate one evening as he passed Hidayah's house. Despite the paleness and hollowness of her eyes, there was something oddly captivating about her. Rakib came to her door the following day, curious. It was slowly opened, and Hidayah said, "You shouldn't have come." They will be furious. Who exactly are they? Rakib inquired. She replied in a whisper, "The ones who live inside me. Sometimes I can't stop them..." Strange things started that very night. Rakib awoke in a cold sweat. A girl stood in the corner of his room, her hair tangled with fallen leaves, and all she had was a dark, hollow hole where her face should have been. He shrieked. The villagers broke into his room the next morning. Rakib had vanished. The bed was unoccupied. Strange symbols were marked on the walls. Additionally, three ominous words were carved into the wood above the bed: "We are now three." As well, Hidayah's house was empty. Nobody was aware of her whereabouts. However, at night, whispers in the wind and soft laughter were heard through the trees: Are you by yourself?