The Shadow in the Dark
It was almost 2 AM. A lonely wooden cabin stood in the middle of the dense forest, wrapped in thick mist. The air was heavy, cold, and carried a strange, decaying scent. The place was far from the city, and very few dared to come near it. But Rahul had come.
Rahul was a writer. For his next horror novel, he was gathering real-life eerie stories when he heard about this cabin. According to local legend, a family once lived here—a father, mother, and their ten-year-old daughter, Rupa.
One night, the parents mysteriously disappeared. The next morning, villagers found Rupa sitting at the doorstep, staring blankly ahead. Her deep blue eyes were disturbingly empty. She wouldn’t speak, except for one thing she kept whispering—“They are coming...”
After that, people in the village also started disappearing. Those who went near the cabin never returned. Soon, the place was abandoned.
Rahul didn’t believe in superstitions. With his camera and notebook, he stood at the door of the cabin. It was slightly open. He pushed it gently and stepped inside. The stench of rotten wood filled his nose. Dust covered everything, and old, faded pictures hung on the walls.
On a wooden table lay a diary, chained shut.
Curious, Rahul picked it up. The cover read: Rupa Sen.
He opened it. The first few pages were innocent—stories of school, playtime, and her parents’ love. But as he flipped further, the entries turned disturbing.
"Last night, I heard someone whispering outside my window. I wanted to look, but I was too scared. Then a voice said, ‘Don’t be afraid, I’m your friend.’"
"Tonight, I heard my parents crying. There was someone else in the house, whispering. I didn’t want to open the door, but it opened by itself."
"They are gone. The shadows took them. But they left me behind. They say I belong to them now."
A chill ran down Rahul’s spine.
On the last page, in dark red ink, only three words were written:
"They are coming..."
Suddenly, the air inside the cabin turned deathly still. An eerie silence swallowed the space. As Rahul tried to close the diary, a soft whisper brushed past his ear—
“You have come?”
His breath hitched. He turned around.
No one was there.
But outside the window, something moved. A shadow. A faint outline. He grabbed his camera, aimed, and clicked.
For a split second, the flash revealed something—a small girl, barefoot, with deep blue eyes, staring right at him.
But she wasn’t human.
Her eyes were bottomless voids, her face slowly wrinkling and twisting into something unnatural.
“You took my place…”
Panic surged through Rahul. He ran for the door, but it slammed shut on its own. A low whispering filled the air—hushed voices, distant screams, and laughter.
He turned to jump out the window, but a freezing hand gripped his shoulder.
Darkness consumed him.
The next morning, villagers found Rahul’s camera and the diary lying at the doorstep of the cabin. But there was no sign of him.
And on the last page of the diary, one more line had been added—
"Another one joined us..."
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