The CursHouse Mysteryed

Chapter 1: Strange Whispers. It was a cold autumn night. The street was quiet except for the sound of the rapidly drying leaves under Tuhin's shoes. He strolled home with his friends as he stopped in front of an old abandoned house.

He had heard about this house since he was a child - it was cursed. People claimed that they could hear screams at night and that a person in the shade could be seen through the broken window.

His friend Raffy packed his hands. "We're going, man! This place gives me chills."

Tuhin Grin. "Ghosts are not real, Rafi. Do you believe in such things?"

A soft whisper floated from the house before Rafi could answer. "...D-D Would you do that?"

The rest of her friends had already begun running. But Tuhin remained. His heart hit his chest, but his curiosity overwhelmed his fear. He took a step closer.

The whispers are back. This time, it was clear. "I'm waiting..."

A cold shower ran down my back. But he hasn't moved yet. He wanted to know who was waiting.

Chapter 2: The evening after the day before sunset, just before sunset, entered the cursed house

and Tuhin returned home. He was in front of a huge, rusty gate. The air felt cold here, and the surrounding trees seemed unvigorated. This house was a two-storey home in a colonial style. Now the wonderful structure covered in grapes quickly broke the windows, and the wooden doors were barely together. grabbed a deep breath and opened the door. The inside of

filled with air and felt a bad smell that was bad for decomposition. Dust and cow nests covered every corner. There are hardly any large chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The dark spots looked scary on the wall like dry blood.

Then he noticed something that raw his skin.

On the magnificent staircase there were footprints in the dust - as if someone had just climbed. However, the dust on the stairs was untouched.

Sudden noise made him jump. A soft laugh.

His heartbeat. "Hello?" he called.

Silence.

Then the laughter turned into a painful sob.

"Please... Please help..."

Tuhin's Breathed Hitched. Who were we?

Chapter 3: Tragic Past

decides to learn the truth, and the next day Tuhin visits an old man named Ramat Chacha. He has lived in the area for over 50 years and knew all the stories about the city.

Rahmat Chacha sighed deeply as Tuhin mentioned the house. "This place is cursed, beta. Then keep it away."

"Please, tell me what happened there," insisted Tuhin.

The old man hesitated, "This house belonged to Ramesh Babu, a greedy and cruel man. He did not take care of the family, Chacha's eyes became dark. "The robber was so tired of his actions that they killed him too. But his soul, along with the soul of his innocent family, never found peace."

Tuhin Shivered. Did he come across one of these spirits last night?

Chapter 4: First Encounter Tuhin returned home tonight. This time he wanted to bring a flashlight and a video recorder and figured out something.

The air became heavy when he intervened. The walls seemed to be breathing.

He carefully climbed the stairs and followed in the footsteps he had seen before. As he reached the second floor, a gust of wind hit the door behind him.

The flashlight flickered.

Then he heard it - the sound of the stairs approaching. Tuhin has turned.

A woman in a white sari was at the edge of the hall. Her face was hidden behind her long black hair. Her hands were covered in blood. She slowly raised her head. Her eyes were empty sockets, bleeding dark liquid.

"Vacation," she whispered. Tuhin could not move. He felt a cold hand reaching his wrist. He looked down. The child's ghostly hand pulled him!

The woman cried. The sound was inhumane and filled every corner of the house.

In all ounces of

strength, Tuhin broke and ran.

What he whispered into his ear as he reached the main door. "I can't escape."

He pushed the door and went home, his heart pounding like a drum.

Chapter 5: Final Ritual The next day, Tuhin Ramat Chacha met again. "The ghosts must be released," he said.

Rahmat Chacha nodded. "You need to play Shanti Puja, or you will never go."

That night, Tuhin performed a ritual in front of the house, along with the priests and villagers. As she sang the prayer, the wind seemed violently as if something had resisted.

Suddenly, a loud scream echoed through the house. The villagers resigned in fear.

Dark shadows swirled through the broken window and rose into the sky. Then there was silence.

The cursed house is still growing. Tuhin felt how strange peace had settled down in the town. He knew - it was over. The spirit finally moved.

Epilog: A week later, the final farewell brought curiosity back to the house. He thought it would feel easy, but a strange sadness remained in the air. A soft whisper floated in the wind as he began to go-

"Thank you."Tuhin smiled. The soul is finally free.

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