The dark room

The dark room Dear reader, this story is completely true. I wanted to record it audio, but I could not because of my lack of time, because soon I will be in one of the Arab countries. I was very reluctant to write this story because these stories are known only to a few people, some of whom have left and some who are waiting to leave. The events of the story began when I was in university and I was at a wedding in the neighboring country... Our country is a very small village that is separated from the other country only by a dark road, so we always look for transportation to go to this village, as it is very difficult to find transportation at night. My friends and I went to the village and attended the joy, and I was asking my friend Abdel Aziz how we will return to our village. He told me we will go back. Walk. I told him to walk, but the road is all dark. He said the problem is not in the road. The problem is in the valley... I told him, what is it!! He said shut up now. I forgot to introduce you to my friends “Muhammad”, “Ali”, “Abdul-Aziz” and “Alaa”, and the joy that we went through was with Muhammad’s uncle. After the joy ended, Muhammad said, “Let’s go while we are walking.” He said I forgot to answer my little brother, I will see if he Haibat with his grandfather and Jay with us. I took Abdul Aziz to the side and told him, "Oh my son, what is the story of this oasis?" He said, "Oh God, do not protect us. No, no, I want to go by transportation. My son said, transportation. Are you crazy? You don't know what time it is now. Of course, there is no transportation, especially since we are in the middle of winter. Frankly, I was very cowardly, and I told them that I would never go to this place. Look for a solution to this issue... One of our colleagues replied to me and said: Oh Ahmed... From you to God, Abdel Aziz. We sat for about an hour and a quarter until we found a continuation, and we rode a continuation in the second in the third until I got home, and I said, Praise be to God, today I returned in peace, but doubt entered my heart. O my son, he said while he was walking, we were running. I told him why!! He said we saw a strange dog at the hall. He kept walking with us all the way to the point that “Ali” blocked him with the brick of the dog, too. He walked. I told him, “You are good.” He said, “Oh, good.” All night long I kept my mind about the subject of this room. What do you think is the story of the goblins? Of course I fell asleep from a lot of thinking... I got up from sleep in the morning and took myself and ran to Abdel Aziz and met his father. I will not leave you unless you tell me the story of the auda He told me, I don't know, except that its inhabitant is goblins. Uncle Mahmoud Abdel Ghani is our neighbor near your mother. I got him there. He will keep telling you. I told him, I won't tell me now. He said, Be patient, Ahmed Al-Maghrib, we will go to him. Mona in a year, I told him, Mahmoud said yes, Ahmed, how are you and your father and mother is equal to your news, what is reassurance, I told him, he will cry from all this. One day, I was away from work, and I intended to visit my friend who was in the village between us and Al-Awadah. Of course, I came from Mansoura and rode along to this village. I did not want to go from the road to him. At home, it will not work. Abbot outside. He said, OK, are you going? How did you tell him? Go. Go. He walked off the dirt road. He arrived quickly. He looked like he came in colors. Oh Mahmoud, he brought me to the road and we did not have transportation. He said, “Go away, come with me.” I told him not to take the dirt road. I took the road until I reached the yard, my son. I reached the oasis from here, and I still saw great joy, and many people and mourners, to the point that one drew me to joy, and they danced with me and ate. Suddenly I found myself unable to sleep. I slept saying I slept. How do I know? Suddenly I met your uncle Muhammad Qamar. Why is there a land there coming? And he says, O my son, he replied to me when your wife was worried about you and your mother came, so I looked and there were many people around him from the country side by side. I told him, Uncle Muhammad was here Farah, so he shut up and said what Farah, my son, and what came to you here? You were sleeping in the room. Go back to your family and I will come to you at night. One of the best people from the other country took me with his donkey and arrived and I entered. Everyone was worried about me and I reassured them and I told them everything, but my heart was not reassured. And I walked from her, and he said, “God, and our soul was for an old man in our country, his name is Uncle Atieh.” So I told him every thing. He said, “My son, this room is a prank, and not a prank.” I told him what he said, as you said, and my uncle Atieh started telling me, my son, when I was in the prime of my youth, my colleague and I were Khamis We are working. Forgive, and they chose Lina this room to plant in it. I am on a day and Thursday. One day I woke up to the cry of many people. What is it? Brothers, they said, Khamis, his son died, he was killed, the prosecution took place, and in the end, we did not meet a need. We said, O our brother, in Ghufar, he met you when you killed the guide and the guide. This is an imp for someone who was killing people in this place, and it was not revealed to him that he was a murderer like this, but he used to come at night and kill people. from hallucinations