The Cursed Chair

1. The mystical thing in early

was almost midnight. The rain was slammed slightly by the windows of the old manor house and temporarily flashed the dark corridor. Shovon sat in his grandfather's old library surrounded by dusty bookshelf. The tribal property, the house, had been given up for years.

He began to find some old documents for his grandfather. But deep inside, there was another reason. He heard a whisper - on a cursed chair.

An old diary was in front of him. It was his grandfather. When he flipped through the yellow pages, he came across a bloody entry: He once belonged to a cruel landlord who committed many sins while sitting on him. But the storm outside, the terrible silence inside, and the enormous weight of words calmed it down.

Was it the old man's imagination? Or did these pages have the truth hidden?

2. With the discovery of his chair, he set out to find a chair. The library was huge, but at the longest corner of the room, covered in dust and chunks, he saw it.

It was an old wooden chair with bent legs; its surface was exhausted with age. But one stitch - the burning brand of armrests. The moment his fingers stroked the tree, a strange cold soaked through his skin.

Even though the windows were closed, a sudden gust of wind blew, shaking the paper. Shovon hesitated. He then shook his head and whispered in front of him. "It's just an old chair."

And he sat down.

3. The whispering shadow, nothing happened at first. Then the air became thicker. The temperature subsided dramatically, and the entire room seemed to be shaking.

A sharp burning smell filled my nostrils. His body felt violent, as if an invisible hand was being pushed against his shoulder.

And, and - a whisper came. "Why... are you here?"

The voice was faint, old, and full of rage. Shovon tried to get up, but he couldn't move. His hands were frozen in the armrests. His heart slammed his ribs hard.

And he saw her - a shadow in the dark corner of the room. A person with hollow eyes. Be careful. Hang on. A sharp pain was shot in his chest. I felt something had been torn apart from him. Suddenly, Darkness devoured it. 

4. Shovon was caught up in the final when he opened his eyes, and he was no longer in the library. He was in a magnificent palace, his walls adorned with gold and velvet. In front of him, a ruthless man sat in the same chair. Landlord.

His eyes were cruel and burning as he saw a group of terrifying villagers kneeling before him.

"Did you dare to oppose me?" The landlord chuckled the armrests of the chair and stuffed them. "Do you know what will happen to people who are ignoring me?"

Shovon tried to make a move and speak, but he was invisible - just a viewer caught up in this urgent memory.

The villagers sought mercy. But the landlord laughed, and his voice dripped with malicious intent.

Then the door opened.

An angry mob attacked.

"Take our nation! Kill our people!" one of them cried. "Your rule will end tonight!"

The landlord's face has turned pale. He tried to run, but they grabbed him and dragged him into a cursed chair.

Ropes are stuck around the arms and legs. A bundle of fires was stacked around it. Then you burned it.

Flames roared. The landlord cried. His body turned to pain.

Before he died, his eyes were black.

And he whispered:

"I will return... I will return..."

The final horrifying cry through the air.

And, and, everything is black again. 

5. Returning to reality... or not?

Shovon woke up after the air. He was back in the library.

His whole body hurts like it was burned by him. The chair trembled beneath it. The atmosphere around him was bustling with invisible beings.

Then he heard it again."No one can sit in my chair!"

The room exploded in confusion. flew off the shelf. I broke the window. The light flickered violently. Shovon had little success in jumping out of his chair before he stumbled on its own, as if the invisible force was still there.

His heart competed. He stumbled at the door, but before he went, he heard a deep, cool laugh. "I'm not leaving yet..."

whispers hit like a snake through my ears.

He ran.

6. Last attempt to destroy the chair. The next morning, Shovon decided that he must destroy the chair. With the help of a local worker, he dragged it outside. He handed it over to kerosene and set the match on fire.

as soon as the flame touched the tree, a pervasive cry erupted.

Fire became unnaturally furious and circled in shape - with a terrifying, terrifying face forever, caught up in eternal pain.

The bed trembled. The sky is dark.

Then it was over.

The chairs are gone. It turned to ashes.

But as Shovon went, a cold wind strokes his head.

And in the wind he heard-

"I'll be back..."

7. The unfinished nightmare has passed. Shovon leaves the house and refuses to come back.

But the night he was sitting in his apartment, he got a call. An old friend visited the Manor House. He found a chair (the same) in the same corner of the library.

As if it had never been burned. The phone was dead. "I told you... I never left. "

The End?