The Letter Envelope

Deep in the forest, there was an old rest area - a state inspection bungalow that has been forgotten for a long time. I didn't live there anymore. Occasionally, the officials were on duty overnight, but were never willing to work. Locals whispered the story - from what moved in the dark to characters that arrived without a sender. However, most of them released them as village superstitions. Ten years ago, a government official named Arup Sarkar was to spend the night on his official job. Aap was a wise man. He didn't believe in a ghost, a ghost, or something supernatural. When locals warned him, he smiled politely and shook it.

That night he arrived and explored the bungalows. It was dusty, old and incredibly quiet. The furniture was antique, and the walls passed as they ages, but were still in usable condition. Despite the slight discomfort, he grabbed, had a quick dinner and started working with a typewriter at the desk.

There was a knock on the door as he got deeper into his report. Frightened, he looked up. "Who was there at this time?" he wondered.

He carefully opened the door, and he found no one. Only an old weathered envelope was at the entrance. Over time, it turns dusty and yellow. There was no name for the sender - only one line in front:

"After midnight, listen to me, but please don't answer."

Arup laughed. "It's probably a local kid's stroke," he thought. He brought an envelope to it and placed it on the desk to ignore it.

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hours have passed. 11:00...11:30...11:59...

The light suddenly went out in the midnight hub. The entire bungalow fell into the darkness. A strong wind blows through the window, causing the curtains to flutter violently. Outside, the wood rusted as if there was a secret.

Arup has turned on the flashlight. He froze when the light beam fell on the desk.

The envelope was opened on its own. He stood there, breathing his neck, watching the paper slip slowly.

The sentence was written in a decent, almost perfect manuscript:

"You did not answer, but I have still come to take your answer..."

Then he heard it - a soft breath behind him. The wheel rotated slowly. It was meters away. A suspicious silhouette of a person. It had a man's shape, but no eyes or mouth. Just a blank white face from the sky. His clothes were torn apart and looked old for centuries.

In one hand, it contained an old dip pen used in the 1800s. In the others, there are more envelopes, just like the envelopes he received. Arup wanted to scream, but there was no sound. He felt his feet glued to the floor.

Slowly towards it, the floor was able to squeal every step. Then it was said in a cold, lively whisper:

"No one will listen to me. But you did it. So, you have to be the one who will finish it. "

And soon - everything was black.

The next morning, the officials sent the team in an Arup, which they had not reported.

They found the door to the bungalow. The room was empty. There were no indications of Aap Sarkar. Only one of the

envelopes remained. It was on the desk, half open, a piece of paper protruding out.

was written in large dark letters:

"The answer has been received."

Today, locals say they stay in this bungalow and hear a gentle knock on the door when the clock hits in the middle of the night.

And if you open it... And if you find an envelope that is not the person to whom you came... Don't read it. Because if the storytellers will come back soon after doing this, and this might be the next chapter.