The Shadow

It was evening, and Sunil, holding a bag on his shoulder, was heading to the village's old library. When he escaped the hustle and bustle of Dhaka, he began to spend a week's holiday at his grandfather's house in the village. This was the same house where he spent his summer vacation as a child, but now it was almost empty. His uncle only lived in a nearby house. For Sunil, the village always felt like a retreat, a place of peace and tranquility.

The village library was old and almost mystical. The government took over a few years ago, but few people visited. There were only a few elderly villagers who went there once a week. The library was not modern at all, but for Sunil, the old books were a charming treasure.

That day, when he passed through the library, he took an old book entitled "The Abyssal Shadow." The book has worn down and is dusty as if it hadn't been touched in years. The inner side turned yellow, and some were torn apart. The author was listed as Anamika, but there was no further information about the author. In the book, Sunil found a yellow paper with handwritten notes:

"After reading this book, you have no other choice. The shadows are no longer yours."

Sunil ran through the chickens. "It's a ghost story, right? Read it for fun. He put the book back into his home, and he realized something strange. His shadow on the wall moved strangely. He waved, but the shadow seemed to move slowly. "It must be a trick of light," he thought.

However, when the night became dark, the shadows looked real. It felt like it wasn't itself anymore. The shadows on the wall were no longer merely silhouettes. It seemed something was moving on with it. It was a nuisance.

suddenly knocked on the door.

Tap tap...

Sunil jumped up. He opened the door, but there was no one there. The air was unnaturally cold and had a strange, musty smell that filled the room. He felt a presence when he returned to his room. Slowly, he looked over his shoulder. In front of him was a shady figure, a woman in a white sari, and a fog flashing on her face. Her eyes glowed red, and she stared at him. A cold and horrifying voice spoke:

"Have you read me?"

Sunil, trembling, managed to stutter: "Who are you?"

The woman smiled inexplicably and said:

"I am the shadow you are looking at now."

Then the room fell into complete darkness. Sunil felt a difficult presence, as if an invisible force had slowly suffocated him. The shadow began to devour him, and he could no longer say whether the shadow had finished or where it began.

He defeated the unconscious.

The next morning, his uncle came to see him, but the room was empty. Sunil is gone. There was only one candle lying on the floor, and the flames shook weakly. His uncle found a book in the library and saw what the last page looked like. Marked with a horrifying message:

"Who is the next reader?"

It was as if the book called invisible forces to the next victim, and Sunil became his latest prey. The villagers never heard of him again. However, many people argued that strange shadows wandered through the villages at dusk, as if an old, forgotten past was pursuing the nation.