In the oldest part of Dhaka city, there was a huge three-story house. There were half-broken walls all around, rust on the iron gate, and a cold, damp smell wafted into your nose as soon as you entered. Everyone in the area called the house... "Haunted House".
Whoever rented this house would run away from it within a few days. Some said that heavy footsteps could be heard on the roof in the middle of the night. Some said that the kitchen faucet would open by itself. Still others said that a spirit was trapped under the house, which got angry whenever it saw new people.
Hearing all these things, everyone avoided the house. But one day, Arnak came there. Arnak was a journalist by profession. He was around thirty. He had a tall face, calm eyes, and a strangely courageous mind. He never believed in ghost stories. According to him,
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