Unsolved Case (Episode :1)

 Episode :1

I woke up at an unknown time,a chill running down my spine like someone was watching me. Invisible and yetperceptible, a mysterious presence remains. The feeling remains: walking on eggshells, dragging a ghost companion through the thick fog. Cold and hidden, there is a fascinating atmosphere at night. 👀✨

I work in an NGO, work in the field all day, and return to the office in the afternoon after explaining everything, every day is a little late.
My house is a twenty-five to thirty-minute walk from the office. When you drive on an asphalt road, you have to do a lot of contouring, which takes a lot of time.
That’s why I walk home every day along the dirt road from Shalban.
Some rice fields in Shalban, and at the end of this field my uncle's house is in an empty place.
There is no trace of people going from house to house. When I was eleven, my mother left me after three days of fever, and my uncle sent me home when my father remarried.
My uncle was a dangerous man, he never had children, he was a school teacher, and he retired because he didn't like working.
My second life began with mom.
A strange and haunted life.

At night, in the rice box of this house, someone throws stones from time to time, sometimes it jumps, suddenly it seems that someone is stepping on the rice box, very worried. I hugged my uncle in fear and said:
Who steps on Uncle Zinn's rice?
Mom always smiled strangely and said:
I won't tell you, son, you have to find out who walks on canned rice at night.
I was always afraid after listening to Uncle Smile's strange words.
Mom was a hermit type. I gradually learned that tin rice doesn't actually throw rocks or jump on ghosts.

There was a fig tree near the house, one of its branches hung over canned rice, and when at night the bat came to eat the fruit, one or two fruits fell and made a sound as if they threw a stone into the jar. And there were several monkeys in the Taliban, at night they came to the fig tree to eat figs, sometimes they jumped down from the tree and walked around.

My uncle was a very rational man. Obviously, it's the work of a mouse and a cat.
Sometimes I went up to see him.
I learned to rationalize everything when I was alone.
I have learned to understand that everything has a simple explanation because we don't understand it, even that simple thing seems complicated to us.
Once my uncle also left me and left the illusion of the world that too many years ago,
I have become all alone, now this uncle's house is my wealth.

“To be continued…”