Gohar: An Extremely Chilling Horror

Eight Years Later

 "Gor, where are you? Gor?" Emily's voice trembled with rising panic.

She rushed out of the house, her eyes scanning the garden, but Gor was nowhere to be seen. Her heart began to race. He wasn't inside the house either. Emily's anxiety grew as she ran towards the half-open wooden gate. The narrow footpath outside was always busy with people walking up and down, but what scared her was the occasional vehicle speeding past. She sprinted outside, fear tightening her chest as she looked up and down the road.

And then she saw him.

Gor was sitting on the grass beside the footpath, completely absorbed in his task. Emily's fear turned to frustration.

"What are you doing, Gor?" she shouted, but he didn't respond.

She hurried closer, noticing Gor was carefully picking snails off the road and placing them on the grass.

"What are you doing?" she repeated, confused by his strange behavior.

Gor looked up at her, his expression serious. "Don't you see, Mum? When the snails go onto the road, people step on them, and they die," he said, pointing to a crushed snail on the pavement.

Emily followed his gaze. The summer heat had drawn the snails from the nearby forest, leading them across the road in search of cooler, wetter ground. Many of them hadn't made it—tiny, broken shells littered the road.

Emily's heart softened. Even at his young age, Gor was filled with kindness and compassion.

"Let me help you, son," she said gently, bending down to join him. Together, they picked up the remaining snails and guided them safely back to the grass.

Gor, at just eight years old, was not only kind-hearted but also strikingly handsome. He was the most charming boy on Arzumanyan Street. Although he was shorter than most boys his age, he had a calm, gentle demeanor that set him apart. His wide forehead, bright green-blue eyes, and golden hair made him stand out even more. But it was his shy smile, full of warmth and innocence, that truly captured people's hearts. He was well-mannered and mature beyond his years, a quality that made Emily both proud and protective of him.

As the time came for Gor to leave kindergarten and start primary school, Emily decided to enroll him at Boisov College, located just 100 meters away from their house. It was convenient and well-reputed, and the proximity would ease some of her anxieties about him going off on his own.

Emily spoke with the principal, Mr. Eric, and made all the necessary arrangements. Gor's excitement was contagious. From the moment he learned he would soon be attending Boisov, he was filled with questions, constantly peeking from the balcony to watch the older students walking to and from the school.

"You'll be going to Boisov College very soon," Emily reassured him.

From that day on, Gor couldn't stop talking about it. He dreamed of making new friends, exploring the school grounds, and being a part of something bigger. His restless anticipation made the wait feel even longer.

"Mom, is Meera coming too?" he asked one day, his eyes wide with hope.

Meera was a girl who lived on the same street. She was the same age as Gor, and they had become inseparable after meeting at the nearby Tumo Park. Knowing that Meera would be attending the same school filled Gor with even more joy. He couldn't wait to play with her during breaks and introduce her to his new friends.

The thought of starting school, with both new adventures and familiar friendships, made Gor's heart swell with excitement.