The Call of the Unseen

1. Mystical Voice

Rajiv has recently started working in remote villages. His new residence was an old British bungalow isolated in dense forests. There was a creepy charm to this place - regal and worried, with wooden doors moaning in protest against the wind and windows, rattling as if whispering a forgotten secret.

On his first night, a caretaker, an old man named Gopal, gave him an unusual warning.

"Sir, leave the window closed at night, and don't answer no matter what happens when someone calls your name."

Rajiv chicken. "Ghost Story, Gopal?"

Gopal's face turned dark. "I don't know if it's a ghost or not, but something strange happens here. People hear their voices and whisper in the wind. The person who answers... will never return. “

Rajiv issued a warning: he was a reasonable man and did not believe in the supernatural.

Then suddenly, a soft but clear voice came from the outside of his door -

"Rajiv...Rajiv..."

His blood ran coldly.

2. The legendary

The next morning Rajiv Gopal. "Did you hear it last night?"

Gopal Sighed. "I hear it every night. But I never answer. They... they disappear."

Rajiv was fascinated. Determined to find the truth, he spent the afternoon exploring the Bungalow area. Behind the house, hidden beneath the overgrown weeds, he finds an old fountain. The water inside was cloudy and stagnant. Near the fountain was a sticker of forgotten stones covered in moss. He wiped the dirt and found an inscription -

"Madavi, 1947."

A cold ran down his spine. Someone passed away here.

After being asked in the

village, he discovered the story. In 1947, a young woman named Madavi mysteriously disappeared near a bungalow. Rumors showed that she was in love with a British officer, but the villagers were disapproved. She was overlooked on a stormy night and her body was not found. Some believed they had been murdered and thrown into the fountain.

Since then, her troubled spirit has been sought - it was asked for someone.

3. First encounter

Nothing happened in three nights. Rajiv began to believe that everything was myth. However, things changed after the fourth night.

A soft knock came out of the window around 3am. Rajiv heard half and heard a voice again "Rajiv... Open the door..."

The shower raw around its spine. He hesitated, then slowly went to the window.

Outside, I was soaked in the pale moonlight, standing in a white sari. Her face was covered with her long, flowing hair. But her eyes... hollow, dark, infinite hollow. Her lips moved, but there was no sound.

Then she suddenly raised her skeletal hand and pointed at him.

Rajiv snapped and tripped backwards.

At that moment, a huge blower shook the door.

"Open the door, Rajiv... I'm waiting..."

Breath on his neck. He was frozen. This time the door rattles again.

minutes. Then there was silence.

. The emergency strengthening arrived with a scary calm. Seeing Rajivs' pale face, Gopal said, "You are lucky. If you had opened the door, you wouldn't be here. “

Rajiv decided to go, but his transfer request would take several weeks. During that time he set up additional locks on the doors and windows. You can't ignore me forever..."

A slow squeal came from the ceiling, as if someone was raw it. The wooden floor then creaked.

Something was in the room. And then a hand appeared in the window -

4. Brass, almost translucent. My nails turned black and cracked. My fingers dragged the glass downwards, leaving behind a deep, wet striped pattern.

Rajiv's heart beat. He clenched his fist and refused to move.

The whispers have grown larger.

"Rajiv...don't fight...let me in..."

The air has become cold. A candle blew. Then -System.

5. Last night,

Rajiv couldn't stay anymore. Fear consumed him. He grabbed his bag and was planning to go to dawn. But that night, something unforgettable escalated. At just 3am, the whole bungalow looked alive. The door opens and closes. The wall trembled with invisible force. The whisper turned into a desperate grief. "Rajiv!"

threw a sudden force at him at the wall. He stepped in and fought.

The door to his room was opened on its own.

Outside, she rose up into the weak corridor. Madhavi.

Your face has finally been visible - pale, falling, her eyes glowing the socks of the darkness. A twisted, unnatural smile stretched out over her face.

"Come with me, Rajiv..."

Rajiv grabbed and screwed his bag. He didn't take care of where he ran - he just had to go outside. He sprinted along the hallway, the walls moved, the ceiling continued, and the air around it felt heavy. Then grasped my wrist. It's cold. There is no life. We cannot reconcile.

He turned his head and looked at her hundred weight. Her lips separated and revealed her blackened teeth.

Rajiv cried. With his power, he pulled himself freely and went outside. As soon as his feet touched the floor over the bungalow, the noise stopped. The whispers stopped.

He turned. The bungalows were quiet and unvigorated. There are no signs of Madavi.

but near the fountain, he saw her silhouette - spinning.

The final whisper in the air -

- "You will come back, Rajiv..."

6. He never talked about what happened, nor did he return to this place.

Years later, he read the newspaper - government officials disappeared near the same bungalow. His blood was cold.

-

On the background of a printed photo near the fountain -

Because a woman stood and saw in a white sari.