He found the stairs. There were pieces of broken glass here as well, and garbage was noticeable. It was difficult to take a step. The sound of glass fragments and accompanying garbage echoed through the building with every step. Was anyone living here? Baran thought.
The windows of the upper floor were not closed, so the light of the streetlamps illuminated the inside. Baran still did not turn off the flashlight of his phone. He was in the middle of the hallway and he looked right.
The rooms were lined up. At this hour of the night, he would not dare enter such a deserted building alone. The fear he had experienced in the last three weeks had increased his capacity. He did not think that tasting death three times would benefit at all. He found room number one.
Grabbed the door handle but did not open it. He felt strangely uneasy. It was the same feeling he felt in Hell. Why was he uneasy before he even got in? He heard a faint voice.
''Is there anyone other than me?''
He could open the door and go. After all, he would wake up in his home when he died. He turned the door handle. It was opposite the hell station. A scream echoed through the building as he stepped inside. He ran towards the room where the scream came from. He turned off his phone flashlight and tucked it in his pocket. The safety of his gun opened. The last he did was involuntary. The cold confidence given by the gun calmed the restlessness a little. Glass shards and rubbish did not allow it to proceed quietly.
He ran. The doors on the second floor were all closed. Which one did the scream come from? The scream was heard a second time. It was very close. He had found the room where the scream came from. Other voices sounded inside. Baran kicked the door. The rotten door shattered open. He raised his gun.
There was a woman in the room with blood from being beaten and a fat man holding a gun. Baran told the man to drop the gun, but the man ignored him. He kept yelling at her, swinging his gun back and forth. He pointed his gun at the woman. He would shoot.
Baran thought the man was crazy. He pulled the trigger without thinking a second time. The bullet echoed in the empty building, slipped into the man's back. The fat man had shot at the same time as Baran. Bullets' sounds followed each other.
When the bullet from Baran's pistol entered the man's back, it came out as it was from the other side. As if the man wasn't there. The man had not eaten the bullet. What was going on?
The image of the fat man faded and became smoke and dispersed. Baran ran and looked at the lifeless woman lying on the ground. Blood flowed from the point where the bullet entered. He put his hands to the wound, but his hands went through her wound and grabbed the dirty floor. She turned into smoke and disappeared in seconds. Even the blood that spilled on the ground was gone.
'What was that… Aren't they real? But I heard their voices. She screamed... '
He straightened up. The bullet he fired had hit the wall. Were the two people he had just seen ghosts? He was surprised not by what he had experienced, but by the calmness of his own mood. He would ask Ismail about this. His camera had recorded everything. He would review the video when he got out of the crack. He left the room. His restlessness was gone when the ghosts left. He was alone in the building again.
Could he have met other ghosts if he had waited a little longer? He had already opened the door to Hell. He stood a little in front of the door. When there was no sound other in the corridor, he entered.
The station, where he had started his usual hell, was swarming as he opened that door beforehand. The door closed behind him and disappeared. Baran swore when he saw dozens of creatures gathering. His work today was complicated by a stupid scream and his mind's curiosity for imaginary things. Could he kill them all?
They had to open their mouths to Baran kill them. This was just when they were going to bite him. It was impossible for Baran to be able to fight more than three creatures at once. He was thinking about what to do. He was looking out for a short time from his hiding place and continued to hide.
Was his attempt this week going to waste? It had eighteen bullets out of three magazines in total.
There were almost thirty creatures here. He wouldn't have succeeded. He sat down disgruntled from his hiding place. He was brooding. If he waited a little bit, maybe the creatures would disintegrate. He had twenty-four hours ahead of him. It was okay for him to die unless it was Saturday. As he waited, flaming letters appeared in front of him strangely.
'Why did the flaming letters appear now?'
When all the letters appeared, he read the text.