It was about two in the morning. Tukai was sleeping, but a sudden thumping on the door woke him up. In that isolated village house, the darkness outside was absolute. Tukai thought it might be the wind, but just then, a soft voice whispered near the window, "Tukai... come outside..."
The voice sounded exactly like his mother, who had passed away three years ago.
Tukai began to tremble with fear, yet an eerie pull seemed to be drawing him out. With shaking hands, he peered through the window. In the faint moonlight, he saw a woman standing under the large banyan tree by the pond. She wore a red saree, but she cast no shadow on the ground.
The woman slowly turned around. Tukai saw that she had no face—only two glowing, fiery red eyes!
Tukai's body went numb. He didn't want to open the door, but his feet were no longer under his control. As he stepped onto the porch, a bone-chilling silence descended. The shadow was now very close to him.
Suddenly, an ice-cold hand gripped Sharif's throat. Before he could realize what was happening, he saw many more shadows surrounding him—none of whom had faces.
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