Part 2: That Creepy Village - Horror Story
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A Disturbing Encounter in a Strange Village
The Unsettling Scene
As I sat there with my family, we were all shocked by the strange juxtaposition of seeing women in headscarves while a pig's head hung in the house. How could such a place exist? The silence was palpable; we were quietly bewildered, yet the people before us seemed like mutes, offering no words or questions. I thought to myself that maybe I should check my phone, but when I reached into my pocket, I realized it was left in the car.
The Creepy Exchange
I stood up to go retrieve my phone. As I walked outside, I noticed the child who had answered the door earlier was watching me through the window. After I got my phone from the car, I glanced back at him. We exchanged glances like enemies, both frozen in a silent standoff. Suddenly, the boy's expression changed as he began to laugh. It wasn’t a cheerful laugh; it was a chilling, hate-filled grin that sent shivers down my spine.
A Terrifying Sight
Then, out of nowhere, two adult hands appeared from behind the curtain, gripping the child's neck. I stood there, horrified, as he struggled, seemingly choking. His head fell back, mouth agape, lifeless. Panic surged through me, and I sprinted back to Basri's house, shouting for help, “Basri, they’re choking the child!” My uncle, bewildered, asked which house, and we rushed toward the scene.
The Unbelievable Revelation
We knocked on the door, and to my disbelief, the same child who I had just seen die opened it. My uncle looked at me, bewildered. “Is this the same child?” he asked. I was at a loss for words. I had just witnessed the unimaginable, yet here he was, alive and well. “It’s impossible! Someone was choking him!” I insisted. My uncle shrugged it off, suggesting that I must have been imagining things due to the stress.
The Frightening Reality
Despite my protests, the atmosphere felt surreal. The oppressive weight of what I had just seen hung in the air, and my uncle's attempts to calm me felt futile. I pulled out my phone, but it had no signal. Trying to break the tension, I asked the girl’s father if he had experienced similar issues. He explained that a place called Hammatşeri Tepesi, where they had set up a station years ago, was nearby, but it had since collapsed.
Unraveling Traditions
In an effort to understand the bizarre customs, I asked why no vehicles were present in the village. The man’s response was unsettling: “In our village, we manage everything ourselves; we are satisfied with our way of life.” My mind reeled. These people seemed trapped in time, living in a world centuries behind the rest of society.
The Eerie Silence
As we sat in the oppressive silence, I noticed the women standing without speaking. My grandmother, trying to lighten the mood, asked why they were still standing. The father spoke up, explaining, “According to our customs, the women do not speak; their tongues are tied.” It was clear that everyone was uncomfortable in this strange village.
A Proposal of Tradition
At that moment, my mother requested to see the girl’s face. Perhaps she intended to return to the city if she didn’t like what she saw. The father indicated that the girl was in another room. My grandmother, sensing an opportunity, urged the family to allow her to see her. The girl, covered head to toe, was a mere shadow of herself. It was impossible to gauge her beauty through the heavy fabric of her dress.
Setting the Date
As dusk approached, the father finally agreed to let us meet her. My grandmother's expression lit up with joy. The man suddenly turned serious and said, “Now, listen closely to my words. You must come back three Wednesdays from now for the wedding. Only you four may attend; no one else can come, and the wedding will be held in our village. You will take the bride with you the next morning.”
Acceptance of the Unusual
Stunned, my uncle and I exchanged glances, unsure of what to make of these customs. I couldn’t believe my grandmother was so easily accepting the bizarre conditions presented to us. It was unsettling how quickly she agreed, as if under a spell. We left the village, bewildered and anxious about what awaited us on our next visit.
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