The Midnight Game

Far from the chaos of Dhaka, deep in the forgotten village of Comilla, there were centuries of mansions and Das Leichodrid House. Villagers called it "Kalibari" for the old Kari temple on his site, but no one worshiped there. The mansion remained for decades. Locals claimed that strange noise - drums and sometimes drum beats were replaced every night. Especially midnight.

This story revolves around four friends, Rakiv, APU, Shovon and Emon. Everyone was a student at a private university in Dhaka. It was a horror fanatic who spent hours reading ghost stories after watching paranormal exam videos. One night, as they strolled around in the cafe, they met their life-changing decision: they visited real haunts and film it for their new YouTube channel. Emmon has an uncle in Comilla and tells him about the infamous Reichoudhry house. Despite his warning, the boys wanted to strive for their adventure. They planned a trip on a Friday night. the goal? Accurately filming at 12pm - Witch's lesson.

11:55pm

Your car drove in front of a creepy villa. The air was cool, but it was as difficult as if something invisible was lying down. Shovon tweeted: "Man, I feel we are being observed."

Rakiv laughed: "This is perfect! If we are afraid, the audience will be like that."

With cameras, flashlights and cell phones in hand, I entered the crumbling villa. The doors were rotten, and the walls were wet with moss and broken layers of furniture. The bat was hanging from the ceiling, and the skin of a snake tumbling on the floor rolled over. The house smelled of forgotten rituals and dust.

12:00 p.m.

Rakiv sets the camera on a broken table.

"Today we are in the legendary Leichoudhry house in Comilla," APU said dramatically with the lens. "Local people say that every night a mysterious game begins at this house in the middle of the night - a midnight match."

Suddenly, the night became silent. The barbecue no longer spins. Even the dog's far-flung howling stopped. A strange bird called a strange bird from deep in Bambushain - a sound that no one can recognize.

When they moved through the rooms - first a salon, then a kitchen, and finally an old temple - they noticed a door they had never seen before.

"Wait," Emmon said. "Was it not closed?"

It is now a slight ajar, revealing a narrow staircase leading to the surface.

12:20 PM

Four of them went up to the basement. It was cold. The symbol was painted on the wall - it glows as if painted in blood. Apu whispered: "These look like Sanskrit. Maybe a symbol of Tantric."

An underground door slammed behind them before they could decipher it.

"Who's there?" shouted Shovon.

laughed - not from someone, but from the wall itself. The flashlight flickered. 12:30pm

Rakiv discovered an old wooden box. When she opened it, all the lights, including her flashlight, went out. Inside the box was a wooden doll covered in black saris, a red tira on his forehead, and a small blade in his hand.

"Why do you seem to smile?" Emmon tried so hard.

Then the doll slowly moved its eyes - starving it directly.

12:

0 PM

Panic. All devices were 12:0 years old. "Time Loop", whispering Rakiv. "We're caught up in the game."

Words appeared on the wall - Red:

"The game must be ready before you can go..."

12:50

They returned to the temple room. As they lit the candles, they noticed something shaking in the mirror - five shadows, not four. "Wait... who's the fifth?" APU turned around, but no one was there.

A fifth shadow appeared from the mirror. A woman in a white sari, eyeless socks instead of her eyes, her mouth turned to a red grin.

She whispered: "You've started the game... Now you have to finish it. One at a time... they are taken away. “

1:00 a.m.

blew loudly - and the lights rose again. Only then can you escape. “

All friends had to imagine her biggest fear. The floor began to crack underneath it and fill with black water.

Racibs Fear - His identity loses. In the mirror, his reflection pointed his weapon at him.

1:15

Each of them became isolated and caught up in their own nightmares. Emon's voice echoed somewhere in the house: "Help me! I'm not alone here!"

However, the others could not reach him.

Shovon stumbled over the room with the portrait. In each individual, the face came out of the face apart from one - the portrait of APU. Among them: "Bottom".

Suddenly, existence entered the room. shouted Shovon. His body was limp and obsessed.

"You never make it," quickly in a distorted voice. "When the game is over, I'll turn back...but you won't."

1:30 a.m.

Rakiv, the only person who was still conscious, conscious and conscious, began to put together the information. This was not just a haunted house - once a tantra ritual site, a forgotten temple of the Cali, ruined by a failed summon. Midnight games were once a transition ritual, but someone had broken the rules long ago. The curse was still there. Rakib knelt in front of the statue of Kali and said, "We laughed at it. We didn't play with respect. Sorry. Let me go."

5:00 a.m.

The sun is above. The heavy door creaked. Two of them are semi-conscious Shovan cameras from the Manor House.

But Apu and Emon are gone.

They returned to Dhaka - changed forever. They stopped uploading. YouTube channel has been deleted. They avoided the mirrors, the darkness, especially midnight.

But one day, Rakib received an email with a single file.

No messages. There is no sender.

Title only:

"Level 2 - See you again in the middle of the night."