Echoes of Desolation
In the aftermath of the unspeakable horror, the village whispered of curses and malevolent spirits. The mother's lifeless body was discovered in a valley, a grim sentinel perched atop the roof of a well. The father's own demise followed suit, a chilling echo of despair that reverberated through the very walls that had borne witness to his family's downfall.
Months later, the same house that had held their torment became a stage for an eerie encore. The cries of phantom children echoed through the air, a mournful symphony that danced upon the wind.
And so, the legend of Al-Qahrah endured, a tale of tragedy and terror that I, too, had become entwined in. As I closed the pages of the tome, I felt the weight of their suffering settle over me, a reminder that some stories, no matter how haunting, must be told to ensure that their echoes do not fade into oblivion.