THE UNTOLD DEMON OF A THOUSEND YEAR.
When I saw the signboard next to Nazma Boarding, it read:
“For a safe sexual life,
use condoms.”
Rage surged through me. But after a while, I thought a bit and realized that nothing better could be expected from Billu. Anyway, I followed Billu into the hotel. As soon as we entered, Billu went to the manager and got my name entered.
Billu said, “Sir, come to our room on the 3rd floor. Everything else happens on the 2nd floor, no need to worry.”
“By the way, didn’t you find any other hotel?”
Billu replied, “Sir, I found this one at a low cost, only 100 taka for rent. I didn’t even have money in my pocket. And sir, it’s only for one night.”
The clock showed 3:13 PM. My body was exhausted. As soon as I entered the room, I took a bath. Meanwhile, Billu collapsed on the bed. Telling him to take a bath was useless—only he
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“Billu, what arrangements for food?”
“Sir, do you want to eat in the room or outside?”
“No, I don’t feel like going out. Bring it to the room.”
As soon as I said this, Billu jumped up and went to get the food. Thousands of questions were spinning in my head. Why did Billu bring me here? Could it be that he has found the right person?
While I was lost in these thoughts, Billu returned with the food. This time, he wasn’t alone—he brought a 14-15-year-old boy carrying a plate and a water bottle. Billu handed the boy a 20-taka note.
“Billu bhai, if you need anything, just say,” said the boy with a smile, and he left.
Billu unpacked the food and arranged everything. I asked, “What did you bring?”
“Sir, dried fish and beef,” he replied.
Without further conversation, I started eating. With the hunger I had, there was no time to think. While eating, I asked Billu, “Billu, now tell me the full story.”
“Sir, finish your meal first, then I’ll tell everything.”
In a short while, the meal was finished. As soon as my head touched the pillow, my eyes were closing. Billu also lay down beside me. The clock showed 4:13 PM. Suddenly, Billu’s phone rang.
“Yes, Manu Mia, speak.”
I couldn’t understand what was being said on the other side.
Billu said, “Listen, Manu Mia, don’t worry about money. Make sure the job is done properly. We’ll return by 12 tomorrow.”
After saying this, Billu hung up.
I asked, “Billu, who is Manu Mia?”
“Sir, Manu Mia is the most famous Tantrik (occult practitioner) here. His wife supposedly communicates directly with demons and can travel to the world of spirits.”
“Just great, Billu.”
Could it be that my wish will finally be fulfilled?
“Whether it will be fulfilled or not, we’ll see tomorrow morning. Sir, sleep now, we’ll talk tonight.”
With that, Billu closed his eyes. But my mind couldn’t calm down—I kept wondering when morning would come. Eventually, I fell asleep.
Suddenly, the sound of the call to prayer woke me. At first, I thought it was Maghrib, but looking at the clock, I was surprised—it was the time for Isha prayer. Billu was still sleeping deeply. I shook him awake.
“Billu, let’s go have some tea outside.”
In a few moments, Billu and I got ready and went downstairs. Mymensingh city looked lively. I hadn’t expected this. Hearing the name of this district usually felt strange, but the reality here was completely opposite.
Billu and I sat at a tea shop. Billu lit a cigarette, took two puffs, and started talking.
“Sir, how did you become a crime reporter? What’s the matter?”
“No, sir, I mean—you are a crime reporter but you don’t smoke. That doesn’t seem right.”
“Let’s leave these trivial talks and now tell me, will this work with the Ojha or Tantrik?”
Billu got slightly excited.
“Sir, now I am 90% sure it will work.”
“And the remaining 10%?”
“This 10% is my personal concern because the jinns and demons don’t follow rules.”
“Oh, really? How did you find out?”
Billu grinned, showing his 32 teeth. “Just as you realized jinns and demons exist.”
After the last sip of tea, I said, “Okay, let’s stop the discussion for now. Let’s get two servings of biryani from the shop nearby. Later tonight in the room, we’ll discuss this further.”
Billu agreed. “Alright, let’s go. I heard ghosts like this kind of food, ha ha ha.”
Not everything to laugh about—what seems funny today could be worrying tomorrow. We entered the biryani shop, finished eating, and then slowly headed back to the hotel, chewing betel leaves, though I didn’t feel like eating any. Billu forced it into my mouth, ruining the taste. After a while, we reached our room, freshened up, and lay down.
“Billu.”
“Yes, sir, tell me.”
“Check the time.”
“Sir, 11:30.”
“Okay, Billu, are jinns and demons really not real?”
“No, sir, impossible.”
Then what about people being possessed by ghosts, or the Ouija board—what about that? I have seen many spirits appear this way.
“My son is making them appear. The Ouija board, in scientific terms, is called the ideomotor effect,” Billu explained.
“Explain it further, Billu.”
“Okay, sir, first let me smoke. My brain won’t function without smoke.”
Billu lit a cigarette and started talking:
“Sir, haven’t you heard about the tricks of the Ouija board? This is the easiest process to make dead spirits appear. Even though this method is very old, around 1840 or 1850 it was widely…”
✨ THE UNTOLD DEMON OF A THOUSAND YEARS ✨
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