haunted.

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Few days pass by, and Virat and Rohit shift their belongings in their grand mansion. Virat, now was relieved, all the uneasiness gone by, the mansion was their home, and he was determined to make it that way.

Night, 12.00AM.

Virat and Rohit were adjusting the bed sheets of their master bedroom. Rohit and Virat both were tired, with all the shifting.

"Lets sleep now" said Vi

"Why so early love, lets do something" said Rohit wiggling his eyebrows.

"No Rohit, you have work tomorrow remember? Lets sleep" said Vi, blushing as he finally adjusted the pillows.

"No, you're no fun" said Ro, whining.

"Quit being a child Ro, come on lets sleep" said Vi, with authority.

"No" said Ro as he pulled Virat in his lap and started kissing him. Virat responded, and that gave Rohit his consent. He started going down leaving a trail of kisses down Virat's bare neck, but was soon stopped by a thud.

"Ro Ro stop, did you hear that?" Said Virat, he was scared.

"Wait let me check" said Rohit as he got up from the bed but was stopped by Virat's hand.

"Lemme come with you as well" said Virat clutching Rohit's hand tightly. Rohit nodded.

As they went downstairs to see the commotion,they found a bulb in the hall, broken down, leaving pieces of glass all over.

"How did" gasped Virat.

"Vi wind you know, and this bulb was anyways old don't worry love, i am here" said Rohit as he pointed towards the open blinds.

"Sure?" Asked Virat in a small voice.

"Yes my baby" said Rohit as he took Virat upstairs.

"You are going to die" a whisper ran through Virat's ears making him shiver.

Virat let go of all his feelings as his head hit the soft cushions. Its going to be okay, it has to.

Vi found himself in a dark, musty corridor of the mansion, the air heavy with the scent of damp wood and decay. The walls were lined with ancient, peeling wallpaper, and the flickering light from a single, dim bulb cast grotesque, shifting shadows. His footsteps echoed hollowly, each one sending a shiver down his spine.

Suddenly, a heart-wrenching scream pierced the silence. "Save me! Save me!" The voice was that of a small boy, filled with sheer terror. Vi's blood ran cold as he saw the boy at the far end of the corridor, his small frame shaking with fear. The boy's eyes were wide, glistening with tears, his face ghostly pale in the dim light. His clothes were ragged and dirty, and his hands were outstretched towards Vi, pleading for help.

Before Vi could move, a hulking, shadowy figure emerged from the darkness. The figure was a man, tall and imposing, his face obscured by shadows, but Vi could feel the malevolence radiating from him. The man's eyes gleamed with a cruel, sadistic light, and his mouth twisted into a sinister sneer. With a swift, brutal motion, the man grabbed the boy by the arm and began dragging him away.

The boy's screams grew more frantic. "Help me! Please, help me!" His voice was raw with desperation, echoing off the walls and reverberating in Vi's mind. Vi tried to run, but it felt as if his legs were encased in concrete, each step agonizingly slow. The walls seemed to close in, the ceiling lowering, suffocating him.

The man turned to look at Vi, his eyes locking onto Vi's with a malevolent intensity. "You can't save him," the man hissed, his voice a guttural growl that sent chills down Vi's spine. "He's mine." The boy's screams abruptly cut off as the man dragged him into the shadows, leaving a suffocating silence in their wake.