The Scary Village

Aman was using a microscope to examine something as it was becoming dark. When I approached him, I questioned, "Bro, what are you looking at?" In a mocking tone, he asked, "What do you have to do now that you know that, what am I doing?" Following what he said, I became enraged. But I kept quiet because I thought back to the day when he had aided me in resolving the issue with my ninth-grade classmates. Oh! I apologize for forgetting to introduce myself; I'm Ranvijay Singh, a sixth-grader at St. Joseph Public School. My great friend Aman Singh just attends my class for academics. He is a little monotonous and constantly lives alone, yet he always plays with me and helps me. He is generally well-versed in tasks like research and analysis. His favorite genres include mysteries, historical fiction, and thrillers. Although we had been studying together since the third grade, our friendship didn't start until I was teased by the ninth-grade students for having an unsuitable body in the fifth grade. He walked over to help me and said, "Hey! Go now before I complain to the principal about how you dare to touch my brother. The situation was resolved when our sports teacher appeared out of nowhere. Since then, we have been the best of friends. We are studying together so that when it comes time for our sixth-grade final examinations, we can support one another and do well. The first Mathematics exam is today. We believe it to be the most difficult subject, yet we must complete it. We will succeed, and we are confident about this.
The exam was completed three hours later; it was difficult, but we did our best.

There are our mathematics, social science, science, Hindi, English, and german.

Today is the day that the results will be announced, one week later. When our parents and I two left for school at 11:00 AM, we were both really anxious.
They got to know the teacher. She had red hair and was a large elderly woman.
Boys had performed well in the tests, she added. Aman scored 91.01%, and Ranvijay score 91.00%. She exclaimed with a huge laugh. We both took a few deep breaths as we continued to work well. Our parents gave us a treat and we were all quite thrilled. As a result, my mother's phone rang as we were making our way home with a message about a school trip to Khanjarpur, a village. It was planned by the school specifically for seventh-grade pupils. Our parents gave us both the go-ahead to take the trip.
We sat on the bus seat together on the day of the trip. We subsequently questioned our teacher, Mam, "Why are we traveling to a village?" We had the option of visiting an amusement park. Our teacher responded with a chuckle, "My son, everyone goes to an amusement park or on a picnic, but in 7th class, we have a new subject, mysteries, and mythology, Khanjarpur is abundant since 99 years ago, when it was made, after a few days, all the people left the village, so we will discover the village, and we will find out why it was abundant? We were now incredibly eager to see that location. Everywhere we traveled, there were icy seas, and there were prickly shrubs and trees everywhere. Finally, we reached there.
The atmosphere was unsteady, the oxygen content had dropped, and the palace was drenched in an odd humidity when I got off the vehicle. At first, I believed that its abundance was only due to the atmosphere, but this was incorrect because trees were planted all over the place, explaining why the oxygen level would be low. As the teacher counted 40 heads, our group of two moved forward. We had never seen concrete used to build houses before. Strange artwork was painted on the house's walls, and each home's entrance was impenetrably sealed to prevent anyone from entering. Anything was enigmatic, but the tallest building stood out the most since it was different from everything else. Both of us crossed over and ran toward the house. Even though its door was sealed, a sizable hole was created close by. We went down it because we knew what to do and wanted to explore it more. It was pitch black, but we had a torch, and there were many rooms built around it, but we weren't sure where to go. We traveled to the left room and saw a strange staircase. We weren't sure what to do, but we climbed on it, and it had one room. We went near it and saw three men standing in front of us. We were wondering what to do now that we were in this situation. Their face was so little and their eyes were so huge that we were perplexed and we escaped that hold. We then trained and rejoined the queue. Many years have gone by, but I can still picture those people's faces now. It was the month of August when I returned to the village again. I was confused about why I was going there, but I was going to that where the village was the same as before there was not a single change there. I went near the toll house and the whole was like that only. Today I will go to that village and see what will happen. I approached the lofty house and descended the entire way with a shotgun and a talk in my hand. A man suddenly appeared from behind me holding a shotgun, glaring at me and asking, "Who are you, and why had you come here?" I was terrified when I arrived there and discovered that there were just three men present in the same location as previously with no changes. I quavered and said, "Who are you?," to which he screamed, "I had asked you, "Who are you?" "I am Ranvijay Singh," he said. I said. My name is Gurpreet Dhilon. He spoke. Who are you, and why is this place so enigmatic, I questioned him. He inhaled deeply and began, "This village was made in the early '90s, and the day it was settled, the next day only, it was abandoned by every villager. My grandfather's grandfather was the settler of this village; he was a very kind man. However, that day only, when this village was settled, he and 50 other men perished, and the cause of their deaths is unknown. Only that day, many people fled this town, and the following morning, every house was sealed since it contained every villager's dead body. After that, nobody moved here, so I have been living alone in this building for many years. But who are these three men standing here, I questioned. He chuckled and exclaimed, "Oh! Don't be alarmed; there are wax figurines like them in every room of this pit. Wax statue production was one of our jobs, but since we've stopped, I've simply kept these statues here. I left that location, but today I'm still wondering why everyone is killed.