The Jinn

It was a deep, dark night. At the other end of the village was an old abandoned mosque next to a dense rice field. No one had prayed there for decades. People whispered that Jin lived there. After the sun set, no one dared to hand it over.

The village

was called Maduban. Once a wealthy and vibrant place, it has transformed into a shadow of his former self. The village has been plaguing strange disappearances for years. People missed overnight, and traces of their belongings (debt, clothing, or pocket watches) remained near the abandoned mosque.

Some people said they were hiking into the woods and lost their way. Others believed they had moved to the city and escaped the difficulties of village life. But the oldest knew the truth. The abandoned mosque was cursed and haunted by a powerful jinn.

Journalist Curiosity

A journalist in the city, Raihan was fascinated by such supernatural stories. He always believed that there was a truth hidden behind every myth. So, when he heard something mysterious, he decided to do some research.

One night he visited a small tea stand in the village square. The stand was filled with older men and whispered quietly. Liaran took a sip of his tea and casually nurtured the topic.

Uncle, please tell me a true story about this abandoned mosque."

The old man with deep creases and tired eyes sighed. "Son, this place is cursed. When I was young, we prayed there every day. However, one night, the Imam disappeared without any traces. The mosque then became a place of terror. People heard the whispers and saw the shadows inside. If someone went in after sunset... they never came back. "

Raihan laughed. "Do you still believe in this modern ghost and gin?"

A young man who laughed in the 30s: "If you think it's just a superstition, why not spend the night there?"

Raihan tried to prove it wrong and took on the challenge.

That night, on the night of

, armed with flashlights, notebooks and cameras, Raiahan went to an abandoned mosque. The air was heavy and full of unnatural silence. Usually, the village dogs crying at night were incredibly quiet. The only sound was the occasional rustling of leaves.

The entrance to the mosque was open. The old wooden door squealed as it fluttered with the night wind. The dust covered the interior floor and was covered with a weave that hangs down the wall. The air was damp, and I was wearing the scent of fist. The temperature seemed to sink dramatically when Liarhan entered. He felt a sudden cold craze on his spine. He pulls out the camera and is ready to document the unusual.

When he heard it.

Voice. "Who dares to enter?"

Raihan Froze. The voice was deep and hollow, echoing through the empty mosque. His heart slammed his chest. He turned around and let the flashlight shine in all directions. There was no one there.

Then the voice returned.

"Vacation...or I'll take you."

A sudden gust of wind passed through the mosque and turned off the flashlight. Liarhan fumbled to turn it on again. His hands trembled. His breath caught in his throat as the light beam finally turned over.

There was a large shaded figure at the outermost corner of the mosque. His body was as fat as black smoke, but his eyes were burning with unclean fire. gin.

Jin spoke. Liahhan tried to move, but his feet were frozen. His body refused to obey him.

The

Jin soaked slowly, it was a whisper slipping into his ear.

"Not welcome here. Leave it as you can. "

welded his mute, Liahhan said. "Who are you? "

Jin's burning eyes narrowed.

"I am Aziz. I used to be you - man, villager. But I was cursed. Now I am bound to this place and protecting it from those who are silenced. "

Raihan swallowed. "Why do people disappear?"

Jin pushed out a quiet, purrful laugh.

"No violation. Other questions you should not ask. People who break the rules... will never go. "

At that moment, the mosque door struck itself. Liaran turned around and ran to the entrance, but the door did not move. It was as if an invisible force was closed.

He turned. Jin was in front of him now. "You shouldn't have come."

A cold, invisible hand took Liarhan's neck. He grabbed the air and blurred his vision. His whole body was lifted off the ground. He fought, stepped in and hit, but the steering wheel was tightened. Darkness circled around him.

An unexpected savior

, another voice through the air as Liaran thought he was going to lose consciousness.

Aziz! Let him go! "

I coughed on the dusty floor with the handle. "He is not like the others. He came after the truth so as not to interfere with her calm. "

444 Jin studied Raiahan for a long time. He then faded into the shade with a deep sigh. The air in the mosque was warmer. The door squealed itself.

The old man rose to Riahhan. "Now, son. Let us go before Jin changes his opinion. "

Last Lesson

When they returned to the village, Liahhan finally found his voice. "Who are you? "

The old man smiled weakly. "Only those who know the past."

Raihan stopped. "What happened to Aziz?"

The old man sighed. "Oldly he was mistakenly accused of a crime he had not committed. The villagers cured him and he disappeared. Some say he died in the mosque. Others say something dark has happened. But his spirit remains - he guards the place forever. "

Raihan nodded slowly. Some truths were too painful to reveal.

He never returned to the mosque. But he carried the story with him - a memory that all the secrets should not be resolved.