The news of Rahul's disappearance spread quickly through the village.
People gathered in front of the house, whispering among themselves, but no one dared to step inside. Everyone knew—this house was not just old, it was cursed.
Still, a few days later, a man arrived from the city.
His name was Arnab Sen.
He was a journalist by profession. Investigating strange and mysterious incidents was his job. As soon as he heard about Rahul's sudden disappearance, he came to Shalbon.
Sitting at a small tea stall, he spoke with the villagers.
"No one returns from that house," an old man said.
Arnab smiled.
"I've heard stories like that before. Do you have any proof?"
Another man replied,
"Go there… and you'll understand."
A spark of curiosity lit up Arnab's eyes.
By evening, he stood in front of the house.
The same sight.
The rusted gate.
Broken windows.
And that unnatural silence.
He took a few photos on his phone.
"Interesting…" he murmured.
Then he pushed the gate open.
"Creeeak…"
The same harsh sound echoed.
As he stepped inside, a cold wind wrapped around him.
Arnab paused.
His experience told him—places like this couldn't always be explained with logic.
But he wasn't afraid.
He moved deeper into the house.
Dust, cobwebs, broken furniture—everything remained untouched.
And on the wall—
The mirror.
Arnab stopped.
"This must be it…" he whispered.
He stood in front of it.
He saw his reflection.
But—
Something behind him seemed to move.
He quickly turned around.
No one.
He looked back at the mirror.
This time—
He was not alone.
Behind him stood two shadows.
A girl.
And a boy.
The boy's eyes were filled with terror.
Arnab spoke slowly,
"Rahul…?"
Suddenly, the boy inside the mirror raised his hand.
As if asking for help.
"Help…"
A faint voice echoed.
A chill ran through Arnab's body.
At that moment—
The door slammed shut.
"BANG!"
Arnab flinched.
Darkness swallowed the room.
His phone light suddenly went out.
"Hello?" he shouted.
No response.
Then—
"Tap… tap… tap…"
The sound of wet footsteps.
Arnab's throat went dry.
He slowly turned around.
In the darkness, a figure stood.
Long hair.
A drenched body.
The girl.
"You're new…"
a cold voice whispered.
Arnab steadied himself.
"Who are you?"
The girl stepped closer.
In the pale light, her face became visible.
No eyes.
Only empty darkness.
"I wait…"
she said.
"Those who come… stay…"
Arnab realized—
This was no ordinary situation.
But he didn't run.
Instead, he asked,
"Do you want to be free?"
The girl froze.
For the first time, something changed in her expression.
"Free…?"
she whispered.
Suddenly—
The mirror shook violently.
Rahul's voice echoed from within—
"Don't trust her! She… she's lying!"
Arnab turned toward the mirror in shock.
The girl's face twisted in anger.
"Silence!" she screamed.
The walls trembled.
Arnab understood—
There was something hidden here.
Not just a curse—
But a truth.
He spoke carefully,
"Meena… what really happened to you?"
The room fell silent.
The girl stood still.
Then—
She spoke slowly.
"I wasn't alone…"
Arnab's heart pounded.
"What do you mean?"
The girl turned her head toward the mirror.
A strange smile formed on her lips.
"That mirror… it didn't just trap me… it trapped many others…"
Suddenly—
Many faces appeared inside the mirror.
Screaming.
Crying.
"Help us…"
"Let us out…"
Arnab stepped back.
For the first time—
Fear appeared in his eyes.
The girl looked at him again.
"Do you want to stay with them…?"
She slowly raised her hand.
"Or… do you want to know the truth?"
Arnab said nothing.
Now he had two choices—
To run…
Or—
To step deeper into the darkness.