The Shadow Man

The Shadow Man It has become overdue at night. The sky becomes included in darkish clouds, not using a hint of moonlight to pierce through the thick blanket of darkness. At the distance fringe of the village, below an historic banyan tree, stood Rahat. He became trembling—now no longer from the relax of the night, but from a combination of worry and excitement. Tonight, he could in the end take a look at the testimonies hed heard considering childhood, testimonies that his elders had exceeded down through generations. Stories of the banyan tree, the only vicinity withinside the village that nobody dared to go to after sunset.

The banyan tree was the difficulty of many ghost testimonies. The elders frequently talked about it with an experience of dread. They stated that everyone who ventured close to the tree after darkish could by no means go back. Some claimed they`d observed skeletal stays below the tree, whilst others talked about humans truely vanishing with out a hint. Yet, Rahat had by no means believed in such superstitions. He became a person of reason, a cutting-edge philosopher who didn't trust in ghosts or spirits. Rahat had heard those testimonies limitless instances from the older villagers, however he had by no means as soon as been afraid. Hed made up his thoughts that tonight, he could show to all and sundry that it has become not anything greater than an antique myth. He could go to the tree, spend a while there, after which go back to inform the villagers that there has been no fact to their ghost testimonies.

With a deep breath, Rahat switched at the flashlight of his telecellsmartphone and walked in the direction of the banyan tree. The course become darkish and winding, the air thick with the heady fragrance of damp earth and antique leaves. As he drew in the direction of the tree, he felt a atypical relax withinside the air. The breeze had stopped, and the same old sounds of the village—puppies barking, the occasional chatter of humans—had been absent. All that might be heard become the faint rustling of the tree`s leaves, which appeared louder than common withinside the unnatural silence.

He stood there for a moment, looking to shake off the uneasy feeling that crept up his spine. The banyan tree loomed huge in the front of him, its gnarled branches accomplishing out like twisted fingers. He raised the flashlight to get a higher look, however because the beam hit the tree, the shadows appeared to bounce withinside the light. He shook his head and muttered to himself, “It`s simply the wind, simply my imagination.”

But he saw something that had a cold. There, a shady figure sat on one of the thick branches of the tree. At first, it was a silhouette, but when his eyes were set, Rahat was able to see the vague shape of a person - except that it was not a person. Their appearance flickered, and they seemed to change as if smoke was blowing in the wind. Rahat's breath began at his neck, his heart raced. For a while, when he did tricks against him, he thought it was his spirit, but if he stared long enough, he became safe, saying it was real. He took a careful step back, his legs shaking. "Hello? Is he there? He blinked, trying to concentrate his vision. When he saw it again, he disappeared. He swallowed heavy, not knowing whether he was relieved or if he had to be scared. Perhaps it was his over-imagination, he thought. After all, he was here to prove something, and his fears don't do the best out of him. He decided to find himself and take another step and look into this.

"Nothing will happen," Rahat muttered. "I'll just be here for a moment, then I'll go."

Something strange happened as he approached the base of the tree. He felt how something had changed under his feet and how the floor had moved. He looked down immediately, and his flashlight illuminated the earth beneath him. And when he saw it - a hand of an extended skeletal emerged from the ground. His body froze, and his heart leapt out. A sudden, cold voice whispered from the shadows: "I'll leave now..."

The words were so soft, clear and sharp, they sent trembling on their backs. Rahat's breath hit his throat as he slowly turned his head towards the source of his voice. He stood before him at a distance of less than five feet. However, this time it was not in the branch. It stood upright, his body consisting of a dark mist wishpen, and his hollows seemed to have holed up in Rahat's soul. This figure was completely out of focus, but with the exception of these dark eyes of the sky, it felt like they were drawing it deep and moving it.

He took an instinctive step, but he felt his feet were rooted in the ground. This figure took a slow, deliberate step towards him, making her presence more difficult than every second.

"Who... what about you?" Rahat asked for his voice to be barely heard in the whisper. He was no longer sure if he would run to his ground or endure it.

"I am one of them..." muttered, her voice was low and urgently lost. ” And now they join us. "

Rahat's chest tightened. He could feel the weight of his appearance's words. Every part of him cried out to run, but his body refused to obey. The cold, essential hand of the appearance extended towards him, striking his shoulder. The touch was icy, sending a shock of terror throughout his presence. He tried to retreat, but the shadow seemed ubiquitous to surround it.

"I'll go now..." The figure whispered again, a strange calm. "Or I'll take you there."

Rahat didn't need any further warnings. With all his remaining strength, he freed himself from his appearance and stumbled backwards. He turned around and ran, not even for a moment. His breath was thrown as he left the tree, his heart pounding into his chest. As soon as he crossed the line where the shadow of the tree ended, the world once again seemed normal. The air was quiet, and the wind was gentle on his skin. He stopped and snapped into the air, but the fear still clung to him. When Rahat finally returned to the village, he fell into fatigue. He couldn't explain what had happened, but he knew what he had seen. And he knew that he had escaped the old banyan tree slightly.

The next morning, the villagers found him in the dirt, shaking, barely aware of him. They brought him home, but Rahat couldn't speak for hours. When he finally could, he could say, "The eyes...shadow...it was real."

The elders only nodded seriously after hearing him. "You can live with good luck. Many people have come before you, and most of them never return. "

Shadows claimed others. And now Rahat knew the truth. It would be better to leave some things uninterrupted, and you should not test some places like the banyan tree.