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The Curse of 112 B/L

 
“Bang” “Bang”! why won’t you open, Ali can you hear me? Ali why won't you answer? “Ali open the door, don’t mess with me. You’d be wondering what’s the reason for the chaos over here ? But before we reach at this stand point we  must momentarily start to come to the climax. It was a mundane morning in our recent house,  my brother Ali and I were just glaring at the nearby crumbling house as the house was looking as it's going to pop out. As it was a Saturday so we decided to wander through our new neighbourhood eventhough, we weren’t keen to do so.


As  my pal and I  were venturing through the unhackneyed neighbourhood we saw a bunch of kids who were vocalizing to one another have you heard about the curse of the house 112 B/L. The others uttering: “Yes, yes also previous a girl who was jogging through the streets came to the alleyway of the house; woosh she went missing like a feather from a bird which never exist. We both just glared at each other with an astounding look thinking that they’re just spreading falsehood.


But out of nowhere my brother anxiously tapped his finger on his thigh murmured “Bhai Jan” which is an Urdu word used for older brother. The house 112 B/L is the house we were just glaring in the morning; the house we’re mocking about. All of the sudden I saw a frightening look on his face; face looking paler than a carton of milk 🥛 hands trembling with fear. I yelp “there’s nothing to worry about; I’m going to prove it by taking you to the haunted house, tomorrow Sunday”. Eventhough of my brother hesitation I dragged him through the house as a matter of fact he constantly begged by mumbling "no" ,"please brother I believe you ".


We both then stood against the ancient gate

of the house rusted; dust everywhere it was disgusting; looked it was aging from decades.  me along with my brother pushed the door; leaped inside; we started to zoom through out the house looking at the queer commodities. There were cobwebs everywhere, white sheets covering the antique furniture inside, a stench which was too much weird that couldn’t be explained in a set of words ; a presence that something is watching us, looking even at the slightest of movements. The house now belonged to all types of horrific creatures who know from when living .We went upstairs through the cranky wooden steps; came across a room whose door was opened, which was a little astounding, as rest of the doors were closed tightly shut not even allowing wind to pass under . But suddenly! my brother started to trot in the room; the door shut slammed! I started to yell; slammed the door “Bang” “Bang”! Why won’t you open Ali, please don’t mess with me. I then punched it with my meaty thud punch; door finally swung open with an eeiry sound indicating that the door hasn't been oiled in an eternity. I saw Ali faintly lying on the bed I slapped him; he yelped from the bed; broke in a aghast of fear.


We both dashed downstairs then we both froze over there when we saw a lady in white, her nails as long as a witches, her body lifeless; a face that could lead anyone to be in a coma. We both screamed; I slammed the window shattering it with my fist resulting it to bleed. I led Ali through the window safely so that there's not even a rash ; leaped through the window fully fracturing my hand with the intense agonizing pain , we both  dashed to our home hurdling through the run off fence . Yet, my family moved immediately, the creepy lady still creeps us in our dreams; who knows you may be her next victim , who she chooses to haunt .

By:M.Ali Raza Siddiqui 

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