SEC-S30W2 : Legends of My Country : (The Call of the Nishi)
Assalamu Alaikum
The most terrifying and thrilling supernatural legend that has been prevalent in rural Bangladesh for ages is the 'Nishi Dak' or the call of the night spirit. According to folklore and mythological beliefs, Nishi is a type of evil spirit or an evil entity controlled by a tantric who practices black magic. They usually roam around people's homes in the middle of the night or in deep darkness, the most terrifying aspect of this entity is that they can imitate the voice of a very familiar or beloved person to lure their victim. Nishi usually calls out their name three times. If a person responds to the call and mistakenly opens the door and steps outside, he falls under a kind of hypnosis and follows Nishi. After that, he is never found again. According to legend, the only way to escape this evil spell is to wait until you hear the call at least four times, as Nishi can never call more than three times.
I went to my village for winter vacation. I really like this secluded environment of the village to spend time close to nature, away from the mechanical noise of the city and to do landscape photography. That day, I took many wonderful pictures by walking around the village field. After dinner at night, I was editing the pictures on my laptop in my house. It was almost two o'clock in the morning. Due to the bitter cold and dense fog all around, the whole village was as silent as a death city. There was no sound except the chirping of crickets. A cousin of mine, who always loved to travel, was staying in Cox's Bazar with friends for a sea visit. Every day, he shared his travel experiences with me. Suddenly, breaking the silence, a call came from right outside my window. "Brother.... oh brother, don't open the door! I'm here." Hearing the voice, my blood froze in my veins. It was exactly my cousin's voice! I was shocked. He was supposed to be by the raging sea at this moment, how could he suddenly come to this quiet village at this time of night? And even if he had, why would he call at the window of my house instead of the main door? I couldn't believe my ears. My body trembled with a strange thrill. I closed the laptop and sat still on the bed. Exactly two minutes later, the call came again. This time, the voice was more pitiful and full of longing. "What happened? Why aren't you opening the door? It's so cold outside, I'm freezing. Open the door!" Although it was unbelievable, the inflection of the voice, the manner of speaking—everything was absolutely perfect. My mind was telling me to open the door and see if he really was in some danger. But at that very moment, the words of 'Nishi's call' that I had heard from my grandmother as a child hit my brain like a bolt of lightning. Nishi imitated the voice of her beloved! I forced myself to lock myself in bed, gritted my teeth and remained silent, there was no way to respond. My heart rate was increasing. Every tick of the clock was like a hammer in my ears. After two or three minutes, the third call came. But this time it was no longer that familiar or gentle tone. The voice was terribly distorted, cold and growling with anger. "Are you going to come out, or should I break the window and come in?" I was almost out of breath. I clutched the blanket tightly, closed my eyes and started calling out to God in my mind. As per my grandmother's rule, I eagerly waited for the fourth call, but no more calls came. The surroundings were once again as eerie as before. The next morning, as soon as the sun rose, I quickly left the room and went out the window. What I saw there would remain a terrible memory for the rest of my life. Some vague footprints of bare feet could be clearly seen on the soft, dew-drenched ground. The prints started just below the net and disappeared into the dense bamboo grove behind, and the most terrifying thing was that the heel of each foot was pointed forward and the toes were turned backward. I immediately picked up the phone and called my cousin. As soon as I answered the phone, the sound of the ocean roared from the other side. He was sitting on the beach, soaking up the morning sun! I still haven't found any logical or scientific explanation for this supernatural event that happened to me that night. But I firmly believe that if I had opened the door under hypnosis after hearing the third knock, I might not be alive today to write this story and tell it to you.
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Hi, @bokhtiar1444
It's a pleasure to see that you've accepted my challenge, welcome! Here is your evaluation:
To begin with, I suggest you separate the text into paragraphs. It is very hard to read and translate if you write everything in one block. The story itself is creepy, another contestant had already talked about this being in another publication.