Story 59: The Shadow of Temptation

Malik knelt on the crimson rug, the dim light from the latticed window casting intricate patterns on the stone walls of his secluded chamber. He closed his eyes, focusing on his prayers, seeking peace and guidance in his solitude. The ancient stone walls had witnessed centuries of devotion, and Malik’s voice echoed softly, a melody of faith in the silent room.

Unbeknownst to him, a dark presence lurked in the shadows. Iblis, the embodiment of temptation and evil, observed Malik with a sinister grin. The shadow on the wall grew darker and more menacing, its horns and clawed hands forming an eerie silhouette behind the praying man.

As Malik continued his supplications, he felt a chill run down his spine. Opening his eyes, he glanced around the room, his heart pounding. He saw the terrifying shadow on the wall, mimicking his every move, its malevolent laughter echoing in his mind.

"Who are you?" Malik demanded, his voice trembling but resolute.