Amir had only recently moved to this secluded kampung, drawn by its serene beauty and promise of peace. Yet, as he stood before the house, a sense of unease crept over him. The villagers’ warnings echoed in his mind, but curiosity tugged at him stronger.
"It's just an old house," he muttered to himself, gripping his flashlight tighter.
Inside, the house was swallowed by darkness, save for the narrow beam of light from his flashlight. Dust motes floated in the air, and the scent of decay lingered. Each step on the wooden floorboards sent a shiver down his spine, a reminder of the house's long abandonment.
Reaching the landing, Amir hesitated before a door slightly ajar. His heart pounded in his chest as he pushed it open, revealing a large room bathed in the eerie glow of moonlight. In the far corner stood a figure, clad in white, facing the wall.
"Who are you?" Amir called out, his voice barely steady.
The woman's presence filled the room with an overwhelming sadness, hinting at a story untold. She moved closer, gliding silently across the floor, her gaze fixed on Amir.
"What do you want from me?" he whispered, frozen in place.
In the pitch black, a cold hand wrapped around his ankle, sending a jolt of terror through him. He kicked frantically, trying to free himself from the icy grip, but the force was relentless, dragging him back toward the room.
As the sun rose higher, the house returned to its silent vigil, a guardian of its secrets and sorrows. And though the villagers would speak of Amir in hushed tones, the truth of that night remained locked within its shadowed walls, a mystery as eternal as the mist that shrouded the village.
