No one knocks on that door anymore.
‎The last family died silently.
‎No screams. Just bodies.
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‎Alyar’s family moved into a small city.
‎He had a sister, Smreen.
‎Right across their house was that house.
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‎People warned him:
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‎> “Don’t go near it.”
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‎He asked a stranger what happened there.
‎The man turned pale and walked away.
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‎Another boy finally told him:
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‎> “A police officer lived there with his wife and four kids.
‎One day, they were all found dead — stabbed and marked.
‎No one heard anything. Just silence.”
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‎That night, Alyar saw the old house door slowly open…
‎but no one was there.
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‎The next morning — Alyar was gone.
‎His window was open.
‎His bed was untouched.
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‎On the wall of the old house, written in blood:
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‎“Wait for me.”
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‎His family left.
‎And since then…
‎every few years, a child goes missing.
‎And the wall shows the same message:
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‎“Wait for me.”
Moral:
Curiosity can uncover truths, but some doors are best left unopened — for behind silence, darkness may be waiting.