The Cursed Spirit

The cursed spirit

on the outskirts was an old, abandoned mansion. No one lived there for decades. The legend whispered throughout the city; a wealthy landlord once lived there, but mysteriously disappeared one night. Some claimed he was murdered, while others believed he had left his assets in the belief that he was hidden.

People were afraid to pass by their houses, especially at night. Many claim to see strange shadows moving inside, while some even heard weak screams echoing from within. It was bold overnight, almost midnight. Rahul, a university student, and his three close friends, Sauraf, Neil and Ananya, decided to explore the villa and uncover the truth. They didn't believe in ghosts and wanted to prove that all rumors were only exaggerated.

The night was incredibly quiet. The wind whispered the trees, making the house even darker with the dark moonlight rising. The old iron gate cried out as they opened it. The front yard was filled with weeds, with a broken fountain standing in the middle, filled with cloudy water.

Rahul Grin. "look? It's just an old house. There's nothing scary here. "

made his friend a chick, but Ananya was hesitant. I don't know anyone. This place gives me a bad feeling. “

ignored their concerns and the group opened a huge wooden door, which squealed loudly.

Inside, dust covers everything. The walls were cracked, and the cob nest was covered over the broken furniture. A giant chandelier hung on a dirt-covered ceiling. The painting, with its strict ancestors, lined up in the hallways, followed her eyes to follow the intruders.

A sudden gust of wind hit the door behind it, squealing angelica. Moving Shadow

decided to hike the group deep into the house. In one room, they find an old fireplace with embers long dead. In another case, they saw a grand piano. His keys are covered in dust.

Neil laughed. "Imagine a piano playing alone!"

A single button pressed with soft, scary notes, as on the

cues.

All frozen.

SAURAV SIP. "It was...it was just wind, right?"

Rahul refused to show any fear and led her down the stairs. "We're up."

The tree groaned under his feet in protest as they climbed. The hallway above was dark and the air was cold. Finally, the door was slightly open.

But the worst part? Through the gap, they saw a shadow inside. Ananya Clutched Neels Arm. "I don't want to go there."

Rahul took a deep breath as he tried to be brave. "We've now proven that there are no ghosts. We can't retreat now."

He opened the door. A sudden icy wind passed them. Inside was an old wooden chair, a dusty chest drawer and a large cracked mirror. But when they saw the reflection, they saw something awful - the dark figure just behind them!

Turned around and found an old man in ruined clothes. Ghost's confession: The diagram spoke slowly, hollow. "You should not be here. No one will find peace in this house."

Rahul, his voice trembling, asking, "Who... who are you?"

The old man sighed deeply. "I used to own this house. I was cruel, greedy and unforgiving. I stole my arms and made enemies everywhere. One of my own servants revenged overnight and killed me. But I did not find peace. My soul is captured here forever. "

filled the air. The temperature continued to drop, and an invisible force seemed to close. Suddenly the window was open and a strong wind blew through the room.

Then the old man felt pain in the face. "Help me...free..." His voice didn't whisper, but the despair was clear.

Escape from the darkness. The chandelier shook violently. The photo fell off the wall. The floor was shaking beneath them.

Rahul and his friends panicked and were screwed into the door. But Ananya cried as they reached the stairs. "Something has reached my hands!"

It was pulled backward by an invisible force! Neil grabbed her in time and tore her freely.

They rushed past the creepy portrait, through the corridor of mold, through the entrance, and down the stairs. As they tripped over the grass and snapped for air, they went back to see the old man above the door and looked at them. His eyes glowed in unnatural darkness, and a ghostly smile lingering on his lips.

And he disappeared.

For days of destiny, no one spoke of what they saw. They tried to convince themselves that it was a trick of their imagination, their mind.

A week later, the news spread throughout the city - the Manor House was burning out by a mysterious fire. No one knew how it started. Some said it was a lightning strike, while others believed it was an extraordinary accident.

Rahul and his friends were well aware.

Even today, those who pass by the abandoned houses late at night hear soft and sad crying by the wind, as if the tortured soul still seeks freedom. ..........................................................The End ................................................