Most of the things that a person is afraid of are the graves. Those graves that lie dormant at night are alone, not affected by an atmosphere or winds, nor anything that raises terror in the souls and great dread, so the world of the dead is a very mysterious and terrifying world that does not deny anyone and raises tension and curiosity.

 The owner of the story says that this story happened with me since a long time ago, that day my uncle passed away and we went to the village cemeteries until the burial rituals were completed, the cemeteries are located in a place isolated from our house and the village where we live, I went with the crowd and we buried my uncle, and entered the grave and after the burial I decided to sit a little in the graves, I loved him a lot, and this is not good and not desirable, for a person to sit alone in the graves because those graves say that there are strange things that happen at night, and everyone is afraid of them.

But I decided to sit next to my little uncle, read a little of the Holy Qur’an, I loved him and he was one of my Lord and shepherded me when I was a little child, and he had no children who were living alone after his wife’s death years ago, I read to him what is available to me from the Holy Qur’an and here I felt something Strange, I could hear a sound moving from inside the grave, the voice was screaming, I got closer and my ears approached the shrine. Is this voice the voice of my uncle?

I called to the man who works in the graves, and I told him: Do you hear this voice, and the man said with horror: I do not hear anything, and you must leave now. It is not correct, and it is not permissible for you, my son, to remain in the graves alone, but I was sure that I heard a voice like shouting. I went home and the first question I asked To my father, are you sure my father that my uncle is dead, then he said yes my son, may God have mercy on him and forgive him, so I said and what if he did not die and was buried alive my father, I told him about the cries that I heard from the cemetery, so my uncle said my son, your uncle, may God have mercy on him, died in the care He was hospitalized, and there was a pause in all parts of the brain and heart, he was in a coma more than three months ago, and he was T almost do not repeat these words.

I was not convinced by my father’s words and the next day I went to my uncle’s grave ...

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