That Night... Which Was Never Forgotten: "The Ghost of Black Alley"

"That Night... Which Was Never Forgotten"

Author: Muhammad Usman

Part 1: The Strange Invitation

It was 10 PM. I had just returned home, exhausted from work, thinking I would eat something and go straight to bed. But as soon as I opened the door to my apartment, my eyes fell on a red envelope lying on the floor. My name—"Arif Sheikh"—was written on it in elegant black ink.

I picked it up. Inside was a card that read:

"Dear Mr. Arif, you are cordially invited. Tonight at 11:30 PM, at the old mansion No. 47, Black Alley, Malir Cantt. Come alone. This is a unique gift for you."

There was no signature. No explanation. Just this strange message. My heart pounded. I had never heard of this place before. Who sent this invitation?

The clock struck 11:00. I had only half an hour to decide. "Let’s see what happens..." I thought, grabbing my motorcycle keys.

Part 2: The Mysterious Mansion

By the time I reached Black Alley, my heart was racing. The place was deserted. No lights, just an old, crumbling mansion with the number 47 written on its gate.

I knocked on the door. Knock... Knock... Knock...

The door creaked open—but no one was there. As if it had opened by itself. I stepped inside. The air smelled of smoke and rust, not perfume.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" I called out.

Only silence answered.

I moved forward. Suddenly, the door slammed shut behind me! My breath caught in my throat. I turned around—but no one was there.

"What kind of joke is this?" I muttered angrily.

Then, out of nowhere... a voice.

"Arif... do you remember?"

It was a woman’s voice. But where was she?

Part 3: The Face That Was Never Forgotten

I looked toward the dim light. A staircase led upstairs. I climbed it cautiously. At the top was a room with an old mirror hanging on the wall.

I stood in front of it. Then I froze—my reflection was missing!

"How is this possible?!" I touched my face in panic.

Then, a woman appeared in the mirror. Long black hair, a white dress... and glowing red eyes.

"Who... who are you?" I stammered.

She smiled. "You’ve forgotten me, Arif? Five years ago... that accident..."

Accident?

"No... this can’t be!" My breathing turned ragged. "You’re dead! You’re Zahra!"

She laughed softly. "Yes... but I came back for you. You left me that night..."

Part 4: The Truth Unfolds

Five years ago...

Zahra and I were driving late at night. It was raining. We had a fight. In my anger, I sped up. Then... a collision with a truck. Zahra was gone.

But I never told anyone. I ran away.

"You... you just left me..." Tears welled up in my eyes.

Zahra’s face twisted in rage. "You didn’t help me! You let me die!"

The room turned icy cold. I felt an invisible hand clutching my throat.

"Forgive me... please forgive me!" I screamed.

Part 5: The Final End

Suddenly, blood began oozing from the walls. Zahra’s voice echoed:

"Now you’ll feel what I felt..."

I looked at my hands—they were disappearing! As if I was turning into a ghost.

"No! NO!!!"

But no one heard me.

Only Zahra’s laughter echoed in the darkness...

The End

The next morning, the police broke into Mansion No. 47. Inside, they found only a recording of a screaming voice playing on loop.

And on the floor... Arif’s lifeless body, his face frozen in terror.

They say that even now, if you walk through Black Alley at night, you can hear a voice crying...

"Forgive me..."

THE END