The Corpse

Chapter 1: It seemed like the beginning was

. The night is cloudy and a dark gray blanket hangs deep into the abandoned bungalow. Dupu, Rahat and Anik - three close friends - looked for an adventure that was different from a regular weekend meeting. The idea of spending a night in an old abandoned house seemed exciting. The bungalows are about 20km outside the city and were like forgotten relics of the past.

Rahat hesitated when they were in front of the house. "People, are you okay? This place really gives me a bad feeling."

Annick laughed and shot Rahat in the shoulder. "Age, not cowardly! It's just an old house. We stay overnight and enjoy ourselves in the morning."

Dip, the most curious dip in the group, pushed the rusty goal. It cried out loud, almost like a moan from the house itself. The air inside was thick, with the smell of dust, rot and something else - a bit of a foul. Three people intervened. The floor was covered in dirt and dead leaves, and the cob was hanging like curtains from the ceiling. There were dark spots on the walls, probably due to floods and mold, but I was worried about them. I felt the location was wrong.

Chapter 2: First Threatening Sign. When night came, the discomfort of discomfort increased. The boys sat on the floor and shared the story of the ghost, but Rahat continued to look around.

DIPU still noticed an old wooden cabinet in the corner of the room to explore. It looked old, and his door was a bit ajar. He played with wonder and raised it.

The moment he did it, a frightened gust of air swept through the room, making the candle flicker violently.

"Dip, what are you doing?" He asked Annik in his voice. "I just wanted to see if there was anything inside..."

In the closet, there was only paper painted yellow with age. The DPU picked it up and sharpened the faded, unstable manuscript.

"I'm leaving this house. My body is not sleeping yet. "

Rahat's face has turned pale." Not funny, man. Who wrote it? "

" Probably a prank on the kids," Anik chuckled, but his voice was unsure.

The whispers have grown larger.

And it came out of the house.

Chapter 3: Body History

was the sudden noise passing through the house, as if something heavy was being pulled onto the ground. The noise was shaking the spines.

Dip, his heart knocked and turned towards the hall. Through the light of the weak candle, he saw the long, distorted shadows on the wall. "There's someone there!" Dip grabbed the air.

Rahat packed his arms. "Don't go! We're just going now."

ignored him, and Dep approached the hallway. The slow noise continued slowly and intentionally.

Then the three noticed another door at the edge of the hall. It was slightly open, and the strongest wave of this bad corrupt gesture came from within. They pushed the door on the stairs.

Inside

on the floor, my body was my body.

But it was not just a body. It was old, the meat was rotten, and the bones were exposed in several places. The eyes were tapped and lifeless - the wide open.

And they stared at them in person.

Chapter 4: Curse

Annick stumbles backwards, his breath entering the short gas. "No... No, it's not real..."

The room was silent, except for the sound of your own fast breathing. However, -

moved afterwards.

A low, throaty sound escaped from his neck. His fingers twitched.

Then I slowly started setting up.

Rahat cried.

Turned their heads towards them, cutting his aged jaw. "You... my sleep was confused..."

The voice was not human. The wind whispered the empty tomb, and it was a deep, hollow.

DIPU felt he was struggling with his chest. He wanted to run, but his legs refused to move.

bodies rose to their feet, their movements becoming unnatural and jerky. I took a step towards her.

Chapter 5: Final moment: cried Annick.

The three turned and ran to the door. But when they achieved it -

it hit itself.

They pushed, pulled, pushed the steps, but the door doesn't stir.

The whispers grew louder behind them. It was no longer a voice. There were many - hundreds, maybe thousands - all at the same time. Approaching it, his blackened, rotten hands reached out. Then the whispers became a single clear sentence:

"You will not let this house live."

The candles flickered violently - then they went out.

The room fell into complete darkness. and then

Bloody cry. Then there was silence.

Epilogue: The next morning,

The next morning, a group of villagers drove in an abandoned bungalow. The door was a little open.

An elderly man intervened, with a very curious mind.

The house was empty. There were no signs of the three boys.

No bags, no footprint - nothing. Only one left was:

One crumpled note on the bed. Read those words:

"My body still does not sleep."