This was a valley surrounded by tall mountains, where lush greenery, beautiful flowers, and vibrant trees showcased the beauty of spring. However, there was an eerie silence in the air, which all three of them could feel. It seemed as if their hearts were sinking. They had come here, but now they were unable to decide whether to go forward or turn back. The three friends - Adil, Sarim, and Nida - were not only childhood companions but also colleagues working together at a major news channel. They were known as the bravest and most fearless workers at the channel.
Their channel had received a report that a strange disease had spread in a mountain valley near the Chinese border. People infected with this disease started eating their own flesh and then disappeared. The bizarre part was that no trace of their bodies was found, making it impossible to know whether they were alive or dead. However, after some time, skeletal remains of hands, devoid of any flesh, were found in the mountain crevices.
Initially, some people had tried to follow the missing individuals, but they failed. The infected would drag their wounded bodies into the mountains and vanish. Bloodstains would vanish between the rocks, and there would be nothing but tiny cracks left, far too small for a person to fit into, yet no one knew where they went.
It wasn't even a virus, because if it were, it would have spread from one person to another, but this wasn't the case. Early deaths were mysterious, and people started to believe in cannibalistic beasts or some supernatural entity. They stopped going near the mountains, buried the bones of their loved ones, and wept in silence.
One night, however, there was a sudden knock at the doors of all the missing people's homes, accompaniedby their voices. But when the doors were opened, there was no human figure outside - only dismembered human hands. The voices coming from these bloody limbs were those of their loved ones, begging for food.
A panic spread through the valley. Doors were slammed shut as those grotesque hands kept knocking. Every time someone opened a door to check, the hands would scuttle on their fingers, begging for food, and the door would be slammed shut again. All night long, this continued, and people remained huddled inside, terrified.
By morning, at the time of Fajr prayers, the knocking suddenly stopped, and silence prevailed. But mothers still held their children close, fearing it might start again.
As the day passed, brave young men ventured out armed, but the streets were eerily quiet. There were bloodstains and chunks of flesh scattered across the alleys. For the next few days, people stayed inside, even for necessities, but there were no more incidents.
Then, after a few days of peace, the knocking began again, and the voices - pleading for meat, for blood - returned. The knocking continued till Fajr, and then silence followed. But this time, the village chief's daughter disappeared.
The entire day was spent searching for her, but to no avail. The chief eventually gave up and resigned himself to patience. However, a week later, she suddenly returned - but in a dreadful condition. Her body was covered in bite marks, and her skin had turned blue and swollen.
She was taken to the hospital, but somehow, she vanished from there and returned home. When her parents found her, they were horrified. She was sitting with her back to the door, eating. Her left arm had been torn off and she was devouring it. Her face was covered in blood and flesh, and her eyes hadturned completely white.
When her father approached her, she smiled at him and, in a deep, unnatural voice, said, "I'm so hungry." Terrified, her father grabbed her mother, and they ran out of the room, ordering the servants to restrain her. But when they approached, she growled like an animal and, with a quick movement, leaped out of the room and disappeared.
The villagers now felt that ghosts had taken over the valley, and they huddled indoors, fearing they would be consumed next. The girl's hand was buried in the cemetery, but the strange events continued. Streets and markets became desolate. News channels received reports about this phenomenon and decided to send Adil, Sarim, and Nida to make a documentary about it.
When they arrived, the eerie desolation of the place made their hearts race. Initially, they thought it was all fabricated, but now they could sense the gravity of the situation. Standing in the middle of the valley's market, where the shops were open but no one was around, Nida broke the silence and said, "Let's go to a hotel; I'm starving." Sarim, who was driving, quickly started the car.
They arrived at a large hotel, but the silence there was unsettling. The reception was empty, and even after ringing the bell, the sound seemed to echo from a distance. Sarim grew wary, and after a while, an eerie-looking man appeared. Nida recoiled in fear as his red eyes met hers. After a brief introduction, the man guided them to a large room with three single beds.
As they settled in, the three of them were uneasy. The night was still and silent, and the streets outside remained deserted. Nida, sensing something strange, decided to use her instant photo camera to capture a shot of a long-haired girl sitting with her back turned. Butwhen the picture developed, the horrifying face of the girl appeared - a bloodied, grinning figure with wild eyes, even though the girl in the room had not turned around.
This unnerved them completely. How could the camera have captured her face if she hadn't turned? Was she aware of their presence? The knock at the door sent them into a panic again, but it was just the waiter delivering their food. After some conversation, the waiter revealed the chilling truth: the strange events began after a group of Hindu priests came to the valley from India. They had insisted on the Hindus cutting ties with the Muslims, and when they did not, they retreated to the mountains, where the inexplicable occurrences began.
The village now lived in fear, and those who tried to leave had accidents, either dying or returning disabled. It was a place caught in a supernatural grip, where the boundaries between life and death were becoming dangerously blurred.
Their channel had received a report that a strange disease had spread in a mountain valley near the Chinese border. People infected with this disease started eating their own flesh and then disappeared. The bizarre part was that no trace of their bodies was found, making it impossible to know whether they were alive or dead. However, after some time, skeletal remains of hands, devoid of any flesh, were found in the mountain crevices.
Initially, some people had tried to follow the missing individuals, but they failed. The infected would drag their wounded bodies into the mountains and vanish. Bloodstains would vanish between the rocks, and there would be nothing but tiny cracks left, far too small for a person to fit into, yet no one knew where they went.
It wasn't even a virus, because if it were, it would have spread from one person to another, but this wasn't the case. Early deaths were mysterious, and people started to believe in cannibalistic beasts or some supernatural entity. They stopped going near the mountains, buried the bones of their loved ones, and wept in silence.
One night, however, there was a sudden knock at the doors of all the missing people's homes, accompaniedby their voices. But when the doors were opened, there was no human figure outside - only dismembered human hands. The voices coming from these bloody limbs were those of their loved ones, begging for food.
A panic spread through the valley. Doors were slammed shut as those grotesque hands kept knocking. Every time someone opened a door to check, the hands would scuttle on their fingers, begging for food, and the door would be slammed shut again. All night long, this continued, and people remained huddled inside, terrified.
By morning, at the time of Fajr prayers, the knocking suddenly stopped, and silence prevailed. But mothers still held their children close, fearing it might start again.
As the day passed, brave young men ventured out armed, but the streets were eerily quiet. There were bloodstains and chunks of flesh scattered across the alleys. For the next few days, people stayed inside, even for necessities, but there were no more incidents.
Then, after a few days of peace, the knocking began again, and the voices - pleading for meat, for blood - returned. The knocking continued till Fajr, and then silence followed. But this time, the village chief's daughter disappeared.
The entire day was spent searching for her, but to no avail. The chief eventually gave up and resigned himself to patience. However, a week later, she suddenly returned - but in a dreadful condition. Her body was covered in bite marks, and her skin had turned blue and swollen.
She was taken to the hospital, but somehow, she vanished from there and returned home. When her parents found her, they were horrified. She was sitting with her back to the door, eating. Her left arm had been torn off and she was devouring it. Her face was covered in blood and flesh, and her eyes hadturned completely white.
When her father approached her, she smiled at him and, in a deep, unnatural voice, said, "I'm so hungry." Terrified, her father grabbed her mother, and they ran out of the room, ordering the servants to restrain her. But when they approached, she growled like an animal and, with a quick movement, leaped out of the room and disappeared.
The villagers now felt that ghosts had taken over the valley, and they huddled indoors, fearing they would be consumed next. The girl's hand was buried in the cemetery, but the strange events continued. Streets and markets became desolate. News channels received reports about this phenomenon and decided to send Adil, Sarim, and Nida to make a documentary about it.
When they arrived, the eerie desolation of the place made their hearts race. Initially, they thought it was all fabricated, but now they could sense the gravity of the situation. Standing in the middle of the valley's market, where the shops were open but no one was around, Nida broke the silence and said, "Let's go to a hotel; I'm starving." Sarim, who was driving, quickly started the car.
They arrived at a large hotel, but the silence there was unsettling. The reception was empty, and even after ringing the bell, the sound seemed to echo from a distance. Sarim grew wary, and after a while, an eerie-looking man appeared. Nida recoiled in fear as his red eyes met hers. After a brief introduction, the man guided them to a large room with three single beds.
As they settled in, the three of them were uneasy. The night was still and silent, and the streets outside remained deserted. Nida, sensing something strange, decided to use her instant photo camera to capture a shot of a long-haired girl sitting with her back turned. Butwhen the picture developed, the horrifying face of the girl appeared - a bloodied, grinning figure with wild eyes, even though the girl in the room had not turned around.
This unnerved them completely. How could the camera have captured her face if she hadn't turned? Was she aware of their presence? The knock at the door sent them into a panic again, but it was just the waiter delivering their food. After some conversation, the waiter revealed the chilling truth: the strange events began after a group of Hindu priests came to the valley from India. They had insisted on the Hindus cutting ties with the Muslims, and when they did not, they retreated to the mountains, where the inexplicable occurrences began.
The village now lived in fear, and those who tried to leave had accidents, either dying or returning disabled. It was a place caught in a supernatural grip, where the boundaries between life and death were becoming dangerously blurred.
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