Chapter 7

Lima went frightened very much. She wanted to send Amara away immediately but the young lady was an educated woman. She did not believe in ghosts and refused to listen to her grandmother.

The wedding preparation was in full swing. The night before Amara went to bed, she got a call from Alexander.

"Hi baby, how are you?" You see I am stuck here in this haunted house, you are a very brave woman. Can you help me get out of it?"

Amara at once left her house to reach Alexander. As soon as she reached the premises of the ghostly palace, she began to hear the weird voices.

"Come inside Amara, please save me." She heard the desperate pleas of Alexander.

A strong breathing sound was heard beside as if somebody was smelling her. Amara looked beside but she wasn't't able to see anybody.

Then she felt a touch on her upper arm. Amara was frightened to her core but she couldn't let her fears reign over her. She needed to save Alexander by any means.

Just as she opened the gate, the same man from the long black coat that Benjamin saw earlier appeared before her.

Amara saw his ghostly appearance that was flying in air with no limbs and she was shivering with terror. Her complete body was sweating, the heart rate increased and she was almost at the stage of collapse.

"Go away from here, there is nobody residing inside. Go away." He admonished her firm.

Amara shook her head even when she was on the verge of losing conscience. "Alexander is inside. I need to save him." She argued solid and stretched open the wide gates of the haunted house.

Bats flew in the sky making dangerous sounds. The complete premises was covered with dried leaves and cobwebs. The mansion looked old, colorless and out of life like a death invite.

Amara gulped heavy. She is terrorized, is an understatement yet she was determined to save her boyfriend. As she was about to take her step forward again the same devilish figure appeared before her flying around her in air.

This time he was angrier. "Didn't I warn you, do not go there. There is nobody residing inside." He told his same words used hitherto but this time with force.

Amara took her trembling hand across her forehead and wiped the droplets of sweat with her hand. Though she was a bundle of nerves she tried to gain strength in her speech. "I also told you, my boyfriend is in trouble. He is stuck inside and I need to save him."

The ghost disappeared in front of her and Amara began to take steps in the dark towards the dilapidated, lifeless mansion with a torch in her hand. "Come, please come inside, I have been waiting for you since long, craving for your touch since ages." The voices were more restless now filled with lust.

Though Amara was just a pool of flesh thankfully her sanity was still in tact.

For ages? She just spoke to her boyfriend and they have been meeting regularly. Why does he say, he had been waiting for her since ages? And most importantly Alexander's speech was always laced with love but his present voice was covered in lust rather than love.

Just as Amara crossed the threshold of the house the light of the torch went switched off, a devilish laughter erupted shaking her with terror. It was ghostly and vicious filling fear through her nub. When suddenly a violent power occupied her. Her long curvy hair swayed in air, her eyes big shining in big black balls, a silver lining surrounded her physique.

"You cannot do anything to me you monster. I'm the power, I am the force who is going to end you. I'm reborn in this world only to finish you. Come here you monster, get visible to me for I need to culminate you right here, right now in the thin air."

Amara was about to open the doors of the only closed doors when someone holding her shoulders violently pulled her back. The silver lining surrounding her was withdrawn, the violently flowing hair became normal groomed to a ponytail like usual. 

Amara looked down at herself feeling aghast. There was some divine force that occupied her stance when she was going to face the devil and before she could think of what happened next, everything came back to normal. Amara made a loud squeak getting back to conscience, shaking with dread and closing  her eyes tight.

"What are you doing here madam? I told you to leave this city and go away." The fakir asked her in anger.

"Who are you to command me? I told you the same moment I'm not a slave to your black magic and stupid superstitions. I got a call from my boyfriend. He is withheld inside, I need to go and save him. Walk out of my way." She told him dense though horrified to the gut with incidents occurring around her.

"You got a call from your boyfriend - it is the truth. You heard his speech - it is the truth. But this is all a part of the dangerous magic working around you. Your boyfriend is not inside. Call him?" He pointed to the phone vesting in her hands.

Amara called Abraham and on the second ring he picked up the call. "Hey babe, what's up! Why are you calling me at this late hour?" Amara already senses something fishy. Her breath turns up heavy. "Didn't you call me few minutes ago to save you from the ghostly mansion?" Amara asks with tension building in her entire cells.

A loud laughter was heard from the other side. "Amara you must stop watching those horror movies. I think you had a very bad dream. Why would I come to Tehran without informing you? I'm still stuck here at Germany. I'm really sorry baby, I will try to come there as early as possible."

Amara was lost out of words. She looked at the fakir blank in shock. "Didn't I tell you a malicious power is looming around you?" The fakir asked her, pulled her with him and brought her out of the mansion.

The next day Amara got up from the bed and saw the picture of the man in the black coat who was cautioning her not to enter the mansion.

Amara took it from the hands of the servant who was wiping the dust of it. Hastily she ran to her grandfather who was watering the plants in the huge garden they have outside the mansion.

"Grandpa, who is this man?" She asked him trying her best to control her breathe and agitation.

Victor smiled taking the photo frame in his hands and carefully wiped the dust on the frame as if even his gentle touch would hurt the man in the picture.

"He is my uncle who died more than seventy years ago. But I hear people say his spirit moves around the haunted palace cautioning people not to walk inside."