The following morning arrived carrying a sense of purpose and anticipation. At precisely 7:30 a.m., sunlight streamed through the curtains, bathing the room in a warm golden glow. It was as if the dawn itself recognized the significance of the day ahead. Excitement and nervousness blended together, creating an atmosphere that felt both hopeful and unsettling.
Soon, all of us assembled around the dining table for breakfast. The scent of freshly prepared food filled the house—crispy toast, hot eggs, melting butter, and steaming tea that released gentle wisps of fragrant vapor. On any ordinary day, the meal would have been accompanied by laughter and casual conversation. Today, however, was anything but ordinary.
We ate with unusual intensity, consuming every bite as though preparing ourselves for a demanding challenge. The nourishment was more than food—it was energy for the task ahead. We understood that what awaited us would require strength, focus, and courage. There was no room for carelessness when we were about to investigate a mystery that seemed deeply connected to forces beyond ordinary understanding.
Our destination was TBZ Colony, the place where Rizwan and his family lived. It was there that the strange events had originated, and it was there that we hoped to uncover the truth.
After breakfast, we gathered in the room shared by Abdul and Peter to organize our equipment. The space resembled a tactical operations center rather than a simple bedroom. Through his position as a Deputy Commissioner of Police, Diljeet had arranged legal firearms for our protection. Although none of us wanted to use them, having them nearby provided reassurance. The seriousness of the mission was evident in Diljeet’s expression.
Meanwhile, Abdul carefully inspected the investigative equipment. He checked the EMF meter designed to detect unusual electromagnetic activity, an EVP recorder intended to capture unexplained voices, motion sensors capable of identifying subtle movements, and infrared and thermal cameras that could reveal what remained hidden from the naked eye. Every device represented another tool in our search for answers.
We had agreed to meet Rizwan at TBZ Society at exactly nine o’clock. Being punctual was important; we wanted to approach the investigation professionally.
The time before departure was spent reviewing everything we knew. We discussed local legends, historical accounts, and every clue we had gathered so far. The closer we came to leaving, the faster time seemed to pass.
At 8:30 a.m., fully equipped and mentally prepared, we climbed into the launch vehicle we had reserved the previous day. The engine started with a low hum, marking the beginning of our journey.
The roads were unusually calm. Although the morning was cool and pleasant, a sense of expectation hung heavily in the air. During the drive, conversation was minimal. Each of us remained absorbed in our own thoughts, considering the possibilities that awaited us.
Before long, we arrived at the designated meeting point—a green pole standing beside the entrance road. As promised, Rizwan was already there. He greeted us with visible relief, though concern lingered behind his smile.
He warmly welcomed us and urged us to visit his home before beginning our investigation. Initially, we declined, eager to proceed directly to the task at hand. Yet Rizwan persisted with unusual insistence, and eventually we accepted.
His home was simple, neat, and inviting. Everything appeared perfectly normal—perhaps too normal. After freshening up from the journey, we settled down, but an invisible tension seemed to fill the room.
Rizwan quietly shut the door.
The sound of the lock clicking echoed with surprising weight.
Taking a deep breath, he began sharing a tale that had been passed down through his family for generations.
“Long ago,” he said, “before these colonies existed, this entire region was open desert.”
Everyone listened attentively.
“According to old accounts, a fallen demon lived in a cave hidden within those sands.”
The room became completely silent.
“At that time, fishermen inhabited the area that is now TBZ Colony. Fishing was their livelihood and the foundation of their community. They worked hard and earned their living honestly.”
Rizwan paused briefly before continuing.
“The demon concealed his true nature. He appeared as a holy man living in the caves, offering prayers and assistance to those in need. To everyone around him, he seemed humble, wise, and deeply spiritual.”
Abdul leaned forward with interest.
“He provided blessings and promised prosperity,” Rizwan continued. “Gradually, people began trusting him. Villagers sought his guidance for their problems and believed in his supposed holiness.”
His voice dropped slightly.
“Once he had gained their confidence, he introduced rituals that he claimed would bring wealth and success without the need for constant labor.”
Peter frowned.
“But those rituals were never sacred,” he murmured.
Rizwan nodded gravely.
“One by one, groups of fishermen began disappearing.”
A cold sensation crept down my spine.
“The creature was known as Azar,” Rizwan said quietly. “And he fed upon their souls.”
The statement seemed to drain warmth from the room.
“Within a year, almost the entire settlement had vanished. Only a handful survived—those who resisted the temptation of easy riches. They remained faithful, cautious, and unwilling to abandon their principles.”
After a moment, he continued.
“Among the survivors were respected saints and chroniclers who understood ancient prophecies. They warned everyone that the supposed holy man was actually an evil being cast out from the heavens.”
His expression darkened.
“Sadly, most ignored the warnings and paid for it with their lives.”
Silence settled over us once again.
“Fortunately,” he added, “one of those saints was Baba Usman, my ancestor.”
The revelation surprised all of us.
“Our family has preserved the history in a written record,” Rizwan explained. “The book remains in our possession even today.”
Abdul quickly asked, “What is happening in the colony now?”
Rizwan’s face became tense.
“Fear has spread among the residents,” he replied. “Most people avoid being outside after eight o’clock in the evening. Many report hearing terrifying screams. Others claim dark figures pursue them. Some feel an unseen presence constantly watching.”
His gaze moved from one person to another.
“No one understands what is behind these events or what purpose it serves.”
His words carried a weight that was impossible to ignore. The possibility that an ancient evil might still influence the colony was deeply unsettling.
For several moments, nobody spoke.
Each of us was absorbed in thought.
Had Azar truly vanished, or had he simply remained hidden, waiting for the right time to return?
The story changed the mood completely. The confidence we had felt earlier was replaced by a sober recognition of the risks involved.
We had arrived equipped with scientific instruments, training, and rational thinking. Yet the question remained—what if we were confronting something that existed beyond conventional understanding? Something capable of deceiving an entire community in the past?
Abdul examined the EMF meter thoughtfully, as if wondering whether technology alone could provide answers.
Peter was already analyzing connections between the historical account and recent reports.
Diljeet sat silently, his determination growing stronger with every detail.
As for me, I felt the true significance of our mission settling heavily upon my mind.
The investigation itself had not even begun, yet the past already seemed to be reaching into the present.
Outside, the sunlight remained bright and ordinary. Inside that room, however, it felt as though we had stepped into the pages of forgotten history—a story whose ending had never truly been written.
The name Azar lingered in our thoughts.
And somewhere beyond the safety of Rizwan’s home, TBZ Colony waited in silence.
What awaited us there remained a mystery.
But one truth had become clear.
We were no longer merely investigators seeking answers.
We were about to confront a conflict between reality and illusion, bravery and fear, hope and darkness.
And our journey had only just begun.
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