The House Epilogue

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  Later after the major events, inside the police commissioner’s office, a tense atmosphere hung in the air. Commissioner Raghavan sat at his desk, a stack of files and photographs spread out before him. Opposite him stood Inspector Suresh, his expression grim as they reviewed the details of the missing person’s cases.

  “Five missing painters,” Raghavan muttered, rubbing his temples. “And now Rajesh and his colleagues. It’s been weeks, and we still have nothing concrete.”

  Suresh nodded solemnly. “We’ve combed through every lead, every possible clue. It’s as if they vanished into thin air. The nearby villagers won’t go near that house, and those who do refuse to talk. They claim it’s cursed.”

  Raghavan leaned back in his chair, exhaling heavily. “Cursed or not, we need evidence. We can’t base our investigation on superstitions and folklore. What about the forensic team? Any traces, footprints, anything?”

  Suresh shook his head. “Nothing significant. The house is old, decrepit, and filled with covered with torns outside. It’s almost as if the place swallows any sign of human presence. Just an eerie silence. Also due to fear of curse and such disappearance our officer also not ready to enter the house.”

  The commissioner sighed, his frustration palpable. “We can’t keep pouring resources into a dead-end. We have other pressing cases, real cases with tangible evidence. I don’t want to give up on these people, but we’re hitting a wall.”

  Suresh hesitated before speaking. “Sir, the village is abandoned, and the nearby villagers are adamant that the house is cursed. Even the person who bought the house met a tragic end. Perhaps there’s some truth to it. Every investigator who went there came back unsettled, speaking of strange sounds and an overwhelming sense of dread.”

  Raghavan’s face hardened. “We’re police officers, Suresh, not ghost hunters. We deal with facts, not fear. But you’re right, we need to be practical.”

  After a long pause, he made his decision. “We’ll officially drop the case due to a lack of evidence. But keep an ear to the ground. If anything new comes up, I want to know immediately.” Suresh nodded, a mix of relief and disappointment crossing his face. “Understood, sir.”

  As they wrapped up their discussion, the atmosphere in the room grew heavier. They were abandoning the search for answers, for the truth about what happened to Rajesh, his colleagues, and the painters. But deep down, they both knew that some mysteries were better left unsolved, especially when the answers lay within the walls of that cursed house.

  The case was officially closed, filed away among the unsolved mysteries of the region. The house, silent and foreboding, continued to stand as a timeless prison, waiting for its next victims to dare to enter.

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