Once upon a time, a group of friends came to a small, quiet village for a vacation. 🧳⛰️
They were excited to explore nature, take photos, and relax far from the city noise.
Their names were Rohan, Nita, Aarav, and Zoya — and they booked an old cottage at the edge of the forest. 🏡🌲
The villagers warned them…
“Don’t go out after sunset… and whatever you do, don’t touch the red box in the attic!”
But of course… they didn’t listen. 😏
On their first night, while exploring the attic with their flashlights, they found it.
A red box. Locked. Dusty. Mysterious.
Rohan said, “Let’s open it! What’s the worst that could happen?”
Zoya whispered, “I have a bad feeling about this…”
They opened it.
Inside was a horrifying mask, with dark hollow eyes, red stains, and sharp painted teeth. 😨
Suddenly — FLASH! 💨
The lights in the attic flickered. The air grew cold.
And then…
👀 The mask blinked.
The moment the mask blinked, the friends screamed and ran for their lives!
Down the attic stairs, through the hallway, knocking over chairs and lamps! 🪑💥💡
Nita cried, “It blinked! I swear it blinked!!”
Aarav shouted, “Why did we open that box?! Why?!”
But the door… was locked from the outside. 🔒😱
Suddenly, a low, echoing voice filled the house:
“You have awakened me… now you must play…”
The mask floated into the air, spinning slowly. Then it zoomed — WHOOSH! — onto the wall, like it was watching them. 👁️
The lights went out.
A timer started ticking…
They had 1 hour to escape.
Panicking, they searched for a way out. And with all their strength, they broke the door open!
SMASH! 🚪💥
They didn’t stop running until they reached their own home, far from the haunted cottage.
Later that night, they lay on the floor in sleeping bags, trying to calm down.
Rohan whispered, “We made it… we escaped…”
Nita said, “But… the mask said you will never escape. Why?”
Everyone went quiet.
And then… from the darkness of the room…
a whisper slithered through the air like a cold breeze:
“You have not escaped yet…” 😈💀
The lights flickered.
A shadow appeared on the wall.
And there — hanging above the window — was the mask.
Still watching.
Still smiling.
Still waiting.
That night… the villagers never saw the four friends again.
The cottage stood silent, but if you walked too close —
You could still hear a whisper through the wind…
“You have not escaped yet…”
No one ever opened the red box again.
And if you ever visit that village… remember:
🕯️
“Wake up and listen…
The people who lived here… know better.”
🕯️
THE END.
