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