No one knocks on that door anymore.
The last family died silently.
No screams. Just bodies.

Alyar’s family moved into a small city.
He had a sister, Smreen.
Right across their house was that house.

People warned him:

> “Don’t go near it.”



He asked a stranger what happened there.
The man turned pale and walked away.

Another boy finally told him:

> “A police officer lived there with his wife and four kids.
One day, they were all found dead — stabbed and marked.
No one heard anything. Just silence.”



That night, Alyar saw the old house door slowly open…
but no one was there.

The next morning — Alyar was gone.
His window was open.
His bed was untouched.

On the wall of the old house, written in blood:

“Wait for me.”

His family left.
And since then…
every few years, a child goes missing.
And the wall shows the same message:

“Wait for me.”

Moral:
Curiosity can uncover truths, but some doors are best left unopened — for behind silence, darkness may be waiting.