After my father passed away, my mother, my brother, and I all fell into a dark place emotionally and spiritually. A pall of darkness had settled over our home, and we knew we had to take action to restore our shattered morale. Therefore, we decided to take a break together. We picked the Jalthal jungle in Jhapa for our excursion.

Our plan was to visit a house in the middle of the Jalthal forest. We got up early and cautiously started packing for the trip. This residence was constructed on the grave of a Sen King, who was killed in the Jhapa jungle on his way to Bengal.

The trip there was made in a tuk tuk. On the walk to the predetermined home, we noticed that something wasn’t quite right; the forest didn’t seem quite right, and it seemed as though the woodland’s inhabitants were keeping an eye on us. For some reason, I kept seeing a pair of fiery red eyes following us around as we traversed through the jungle.

Since we came here to unwind, I made the decision to disregard the incident. Recently, exotic animals imported from Saudi Arabia escaped from a zoo and ran wild in Jalthal forest, making the area vulnerable to assaults by animals, especially wild elephants. That’s why I was scared. When we arrived, the first thing we observed was that the house did not resemble the one shown in the online listing at all. Perhaps it was merely an out-of-date picture of the home, or perhaps the current owners just forgot to make the necessary changes. But as we were already there, there was nothing we could do. We then retired to our rooms, each of which was a respectable 15 feet in height, and included a single window. The Tarai lowlands are hotter, thus the residents there built larger homes.

It was becoming late, so we unpacked as quickly as we could and went straight to bed. On the other hand, I was unable to do so because I persisted in thinking that everything was odd and made no sense. I decided to walk outside and get some fresh air as a result. I figured it would be quickest to just go through the window of my bedroom, which was on the second floor. If my folks discovered I’d gone downstairs, there was a chance that they may wake up. Because of its antiquity and the dust that had settled on it, the window gave the impression that it had never been opened. After that, I went outside and sat down to look at the trees. I attempted to make myself as quiet as possible, but found that it was almost too simple. Since I felt myself drifting off, I decided to head back to the hotel and grab some shut-eye. As I turned to head back inside, I spotted what seemed like a person standing in the middle of the forest, far away from the other trees.

The fact that we were in a forest made me assume it was a shadow or even a wild animal, but upon further consideration, I realized it could have been a person. I concluded it was an animal and decided to head back to my room. I looked out the window and was surprised to see it closed; who could have done that? No one else was awake; they were all sound asleep. My chair was placed from the inside, making it impossible for me to get in. Without giving it any more thought than necessary, I entered via the main door. I decided to take another glance around after re-entering the area; I don’t mean to give off a creepy impression, but it’s plausible that some individuals were there. The room I was in wasn’t empty, either. I looked about, but didn’t discover anything useful, so I did what I usually did: I went back to bed, got under the covers, and googled the address of the place we were staying in again, just to check that we were, in fact, in the right house.

The search result included a picture of the house, and it looked just like the one we were in at the time. I had a moment of panic, but then I collected myself. After reading on, I learned that apparently the house belonged to a deceased family whose members still live there. It was written in the style of a slasher film, and I couldn’t help but find that aspect of it humorous. However, I was a little uneasy since I couldn’t rule out the chance that the being I saw in the woods was already dead. I got up and went to the window to see if it was still in the forest; fortunately, it appeared to have disappeared, or so I thought until I shifted my gaze to the left, toward the door. Now it stood before me, tall, very tall, perhaps three meters, and thin as a stick; it seemed to have no face, or at least I couldn’t place any features on it. When I ran to wake my folks up, they thought I had gone mad or was playing a prank on them.

Once we saw it standing in front of the main entrance, we made our way quickly to the room. A little window in the door allowed us to catch a glimpse of our visitor. They finally decided they had to go check it out for themselves. We were both shocked, and my fear-induced scream only added to the tension. A moment ago, it had been lurking in the shadows, but now it stood in front of the door, staring inside. Its eyes seemed to have been sunken so far into his sockets that it looked like molten lava in a cave, and its lips were coated in blood.

My mother has called the police, and I was trying to calm my brother down while we’re all crammed in a room. I’m writing this while hiding in a closet because I don’t want anyone else to make the same mistake we did. The only sounds are the monster walking about and the police on the phone. All I can do is pray the beast doesn’t find us, but if it does, this will be my last chance to tell you goodbye.