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Date: 31/03/2025
Viktor, a geologist, led an expedition to a remote Siberian village rumored to have been abandoned overnight in 1903. When they arrived, the wooden houses were untouched, food still on tables, but no sign of life.
That night, a blizzard raged outside. Through the frost-covered window, Viktor saw figures standing in the snow—motionless, dressed in 19th-century clothing.
Then, one of them moved. Their faces were ice-covered, lips blue, yet their eyes burned with unnatural light. One whispered in Russian, “We never left.”
The next morning, the village was empty again. Only Viktor’s frozen body was found, his journal beside him. The last entry read:
“They stand outside, waiting. If I look too long, I feel the cold creeping inside me. I think… I think they want me to join them.”
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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