Riya lived in a small village. Her house was old and quite. Every night, she heard a soft sound. "Riya...Riya..." At first, she thought it was the wind. But the voice came again... Every night at the same time. One night she decided to follow the sound. It came from the dark room at the end of the hallway. No One used that room. The next morning, Riya packed her bags and left the house forever. But sometimes, late at night, people passing by still here a voice whispering from inside- "Riya ...come back...".
