When a military veteran moves in next door, strange things start happening. From shadowy figures to blood-curdling screams in the night, the haunting becomes disturbingly personal. Is it a curse from his past, or something darker that followed him home?
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00:00Two years ago, the house next door finally sold after sitting empty for months.
00:07The new occupant was a military veteran, someone with deep scars and secrets buried in the sandstorms
00:15of Varakh. He wasn't home often, deployments or some classified job, neighbours whispered.
00:22But whenever he was around, the air felt different, heavy, the kind of heavy that sinks into your
00:29bones. I never expected to be caught in whatever followed him back from war. But the dead don't
00:38like being forgotten, and I was about to become their reminder.
00:44Have you ever felt unseen eyes watching you in the dark?
00:47Welcome to Nightfall Crypt, where shadows whisper, the unknown lingers, and every story is waiting
00:56for you to listen, if you dare.
01:00The veteran's name was Alan. He didn't talk much, but over beers with my uncle, he once
01:09mentioned his role in Iraq, operating a breach vehicle, basically ploughing through buildings.
01:17Structures full of ghosts, maybe. My uncle turned pale hearing it, but Alan just laughed.
01:27I never forgot the way he described it, like he was trying to forget it himself.
01:34One evening, I was washing dishes when I caught movement in my peripheral vision.
01:40Something white dashed across the living room. I turned quickly, but nothing was there.
01:50At first, I assumed it was headlights reflecting through the window, but it was too fast, too deliberate.
02:00Later that night, I climbed upstairs to my bedroom. As I turned the corner, I stopped cold.
02:09A man stood by my bed, tall, with black eyes, thick eyebrows, and a long grey beard.
02:19He wore white robes. Her eyes locked for a second. No malice. Just silence.
02:26Then, I blinked, and he vanished. My breath didn't return for nearly a minute.
02:35The next few nights, I started hearing whispers. At first, I blamed the wind or TV. But the voices
02:45were in a language I couldn't recognize. Cuttural, urgent. It felt like they were coming through
02:54the walls. And always, from the direction of Alan's house. Alan came home.
03:05I watched him from my window. His face gaunt. His movements, heavy.
03:14That night, lights flickered in both our homes. I swear I saw shapes moving in his front yard.
03:22But when I blinked, they were gone. One night, I couldn't sleep. My head throbbed with a migraine,
03:32the kind that warps your vision and pulses behind your eyes.
03:37As I stared at the ceiling, I noticed a shape at the foot of my bed.
03:42It wasn't there. It wasn't there. But it was. Just an outline. My heart froze.
03:52I closed my eyes tight. When I opened them, it was gone.
03:57I turned over and was face to face with her. A woman, inches from mine, screaming in a voice I
04:07couldn't understand. Her mouth moved violently. But the words were gibberish. Her face twisted in
04:16agony, eyes sunken. I screamed, leapt from bed and bolted out the door barefoot.
04:24I ran to the middle of the street, sobbing, panting and shaking. I stayed there under the harsh orange
04:35glow of the street lamp. Too scared to go back. My hands wouldn't stop trembling.
04:41I didn't go back inside until the sun began to rise. The next morning, Alan knocked on my door.
04:53He didn't ask how I was. He just said, don't try to talk to them. Don't even look.
04:59I asked what he meant. But he was already walking away. That's when I knew. He had seen them too.
05:10That night, I woke up again. This time, no screaming. No outlines. Just silence.
05:20I sat up. And in the corner of my room were two eyes, glowing faintly, watching. I didn't scream.
05:32I didn't move. I just whispered. I'm not him. And shut my eyes. When I opened them again,
05:42they were gone. But I never felt alone in that room again. I moved six months later. I told no one
05:53the full story. Sometimes I wonder, did Alan bring spirits home with him? Spirits of those crushed in
06:03buildings, screaming in languages, never meant for me to understand. Or did something older simply find
06:11him and decide to stay next door? And here is the question I still ask myself. If ghosts follow the
06:20guilty, why did they come to me? And so, the shadows stretch further and the mystery only deepens.
06:30But this is far from the end. It's merely the beginning. What lingers beyond the door? Who is
06:37whispering your name? And what is that shifting in the corner of your eye? The answers await in the
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06:53Because the Crypt's secrets are endless and the darkness never sleeps. Until next time, stay in the light,
07:01if you can.