The Call of the Phantom

1

Rajon by no means believed in ghosts. Superstitions, folklore, and eerie village testimonies had been not anything greater than exaggerated testimonies to him. Having studied in the town for years, he took into consideration himself a logical man. But his village had one chilling belief—by no means, to the Nishis call. They stated the Nishi became a spirit that mimicked the voices of cherished ones to trap sufferers into the darkness. Those who replied by no means returned.

Rajon, of course, laughed at such nonsense.

One evening, beneath a brilliant complete moon, he became strolling domestic alone. The village street stretched ahead, flanked with the aid of tall, swaying paddy fields. A cool breeze whispered through the timber, however the night time became surprisingly silent otherwise. As he walked, he all at once heard it.

A soft, melodious voice referred to as out—

“Rajon…”

He froze. The voice became eerie familiar. It became sweet, almost musical. He grew to become around.

The street in the back of him became empty. The timber stood still, casting long, eerie shadows.

Five seconds passed.

Then, the voice referred to as again—

“Rajon…”

A sit back crept up his spine. Who became calling him?

Then, out of the shadows, a parent emerged—a lady in a flowing white saree, status immobile beneath the moonlight. Her face became in part veiled, her frame hazy like mist.

Rajons throat went dry. 

2 His heartbeat quickened, but he compelled himself to live calmly. “Who are you?” he asked, his voice regular notwithstanding the unease developing in his chest.

The lady stepped forward. Her naked feet do now no longer disturb the dirt on the street. She smiled, her lips curling gently. “Don`t you understand me?” She whispered. Rajon blinked. The voice… it appeared like a person he knew.

He squinted, seeking to see her face. But the greater he tried, the blurrier it has become. His instincts screamed at him to run.

Then, he lifted a hand and reached for him. “Come with me, Rajon…”

Something snapped inner him. He stumbled backward, his legs eventually obeying him. The ladys frame flickered—like smoke within the wind. And then—

Her face contorted. Her smile stretched unnaturally wide. Her eyes have become bottomless pits of darkness.

A shrill, inhuman scream erupted from her mouth.

Rajon ran.

three

The subsequent morning, he awoke soaking wet in sweat. Had all of it been a nightmare?

He rushed to inform the village elders. They listened silently, their faces grave.

One of the older guys ultimately spoke.

“You encountered the Nishi.”

Rajon clenched his fists. “That`s ridiculous. It become possibly a prank.”

The village head sighed. “That`s what Ramesh stated too… earlier than he disappeared.”

Rajon frowned. He had heard of Ramesh—his neighbor`s elder brother—who had long past lacking years ago. His own circle of relatives nevertheless mourned him.

Still, Rajon refused to trust in ghosts.

That evening, he determined to check the legend himself.

four

The 2nd night time become even quieter. There become no wind, no rustling of leaves—simply eerie, suffocating silence.

Rajon walked the equal path, his footsteps the best sound breaking the stillness.

Then, he heard it again.

“Rajon…”

The equal voice. The equal haunting sweetness.

This time, he didn`t stop. He saved on foot, ignoring the call.

But then—

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Footsteps at the back of him.

He became his head slightly, simply sufficient to look the determine withinside the nook of his eye.

The lady became following him. Her actions have been unnatural—she glided as opposed to walked.

Rajons pulse quickened. His logical thoughts struggled to give an explanation for what he became seeing. “Rajon… don`t you apprehend me?”

The voice becomes closer. Softer. Almost pleading.

He gritted his enamel and saved on foot faster.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The sound of footsteps matched his pace.

Then—

A cold, clammy hand grabbed his wrist.

5

Rajon's body was trapped in fear. He turned around.

The woman's face was centimeters from herself. Her black eyes were empty, pulling her into her deep. Her lips curved with an unnatural smirk.

Then her mouth began to open.

and opening.

and opening.

Her jaw was like a snake and continued to stretch more than it could have been possible.

Rajong wanted to scream, but there was no sound.

Darkness swallowed him.

6

The villagers found him the following morning with bamboo, and his body rolled into the position of the fetal child. His eyes were wide, and nothing more. His lips trembled as he whispered over and over -

"Come with me...come me..."

It took Rajon three days for him to speak correctly again.

However, he never mentioned the West.

er ging nachts nie wilder alleine.

And some say, years later, on a moonlight night, if you listen carefully, you can hear the whispers in the wind.