The summer heat was suffocating as the young boy stepped off the bus and onto the dusty streets of his patriarchal village. He had been looking forward to this trip for months, eager to reconnect with his family and explore the ancient, mystical land of his ancestors.
But as he made his way through the narrow alleyways, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching him. He could hear whispers in the wind, and every time he turned a corner, he felt eyes upon him.
At first, he dismissed it as his imagination playing tricks on him. But as the days passed, the supernatural phenomena became harder to ignore. Objects would move on their own, doors would slam shut, and he would catch glimpses of ghostly figures out of the corner of his eye.
One night, as he lay in bed, he heard a voice calling his name. It was faint at first but grew louder and louder until it was a deafening roar that filled his ears. He tried to cover his ears, but the voice was inside his head, urging him to follow it.
Terrified, he leapt out of bed and ran out into the night, not knowing where he was going. The voice guided him through the twisting alleyways until he came to a crumbling old temple.
He hesitated at the entrance, but the voice was insistent, urging him to go inside. Reluctantly, he stepped into the darkness, his heart pounding in his chest.
Inside, the temple was cold and damp, the air thick with the stench of decay. He could hear the sound of footsteps behind him, and he spun around but saw nothing.
Suddenly, he was grabbed from behind, and he screamed as he was pulled into the darkness. The last thing he heard was the voice, triumphant and malevolent, echoing through the temple.
“You are mine now, foolish mortal. You will suffer for all eternity.”
