𝑇𝒉𝑒 𝐺𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝐸𝑦𝑒𝑧 { A Terrifying Secret Of The Devil }

Chapter•28♡

~~MYSTERY!~~
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Parul cautiously steps into the room, her heart pounding with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. The air feels heavy and oppressive, thick with the scent of stale dust and decay. The only illumination comes from a flickering candle in the corner, casting eerie shadows that dance across the walls.

As her eyes adjust to the dim light, Parul's gaze falls upon the array of musical instruments scattered throughout the room. The harmonium sits in the corner, its keys caked with dust, the once vibrant colors faded and dulled with age. Beside it, the dholak lies abandoned, its skin cracked and weathered from neglect.

Across the room, the sitar leans against the wall, its strings tangled and disarrayed, as if it hasn't been played in years. Parul's gaze shifts to the piano, its ivory keys obscured by a thick layer of dust, the once beautiful wood now dull and lifeless. Nearby, the guitar and violin rest untouched, their strings silent and still.

Despite the darkness and the stillness of the room, Parul can't shake the feeling that she's being watched. The shadows seem to twist and contort, taking on sinister shapes that seem to reach out towards her. A chill runs down her spine as she takes a hesitant step forward, the floorboards creaking beneath her feet.

Suddenly, a faint sound echoes through the room, like the whisper of ghostly fingers brushing against the strings of the sitar. Parul freezes, her breath catching in her throat as she scans the darkness for any sign of movement. But the room remains silent, the only sound the steady beat of her own heart.

With a trembling hand, Parul reaches out to touch the sitar, her fingers brushing against the frayed strings. And in that moment, she feels a presence, a cold and malevolent energy that seems to emanate from the very walls themselves. With a gasp, she recoils, stumbling backwards in terror.

As she flees from the room, the candle flickers and dies, plunging the room into darkness once more. And in the silence that follows, the faint strains of music linger in the air, a haunting melody that seems to echo through the empty halls of the mansion.

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Gunisha comes running from the front as many bats are flying behind her. Gunisha is scared and falls to the ground. The bats fly out of the windows.

Parul can still hear the same tune throughout the mansion. Parul turns towards Gunisha, sits on her knees, puts both her hands on her ears and closes her eyes and says:

"Why am I hearing this tune in my ears? Ahhhh! I don't want to hear this tune," Parul exclaimed, her voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and fear. The haunting melody seemed to follow her everywhere, its ethereal notes echoing through the corridors of her mind like a relentless ghost.

With each passing moment, the tune grew louder, its presence suffocating and all-consuming. Parul clenched her fists in desperation, willing the music to cease, but to no avail. It wrapped around her like a vice, its grip tightening with every beat of her heart.

"I don't want to hear it," Parul repeated, her voice trembling with a mixture of defiance and despair. But as the melody continued to play, she realized that it was not something she could simply ignore or wish away. It was a part of her now, woven into the fabric of her very being.

And as the tune swirled around her, Parul found herself drawn deeper into its embrace, unable to resist its magnetic pull. She closed her eyes and surrendered to the music, allowing it to carry her away on a journey of mystery and intrigue.